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Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up
I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries
Like every year we start with A and end with Z
Alright, is the band ready?
Ready
Alright, hit it Boyles
One, and a two

A is for Amber who drowned in a pool
B is for Billy who was eaten by ghouls
C is for Curt with disease in the brain
D is for Daniel derailed on a train
E is for Eric who is buried alive
F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye
G is for Greg who died in the womb
H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb

One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number’s up
We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste
You wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
We all fall down

I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes
J is for Johnny, was bitten by snakes
K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head
L is for Larry who bled and bled
M is for Marie who was burned to a crisp
N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists
O is for Olive who lived life too fast
P is for Pat who swallowed some glass

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Alrighty lads, all together now

One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number’s up
We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste
You wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
We all fall down

Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail
R is for Raina who rotted in jail
S is for Stevie who was shot by a bow
T is for Tory who froze in the snow
U is for Urich who was trampled by hooves
V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof
W is for Will who was hit by a car
X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar
Y is Yessy who fell from a plane
Z is for Zack who simply went
Insane

My 2 cents –

Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky.

Thursday Thoughts

Meme-emotional description

My youngest child is in the process of moving into their own house. I am so torn. They are 20 and ready to do this but I worry about it. Add in the fact that I have had a child to worry about since I was 14 and I find myself with no children to make decisions about…I am going through a lot of emotions that I don’t know what to do with.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Spooky, scary skeletons
Send shivers down your spine
Shrieking skulls will shock your soul
Seal your doom tonight
Spooky, scary skeletons
Speak with such a screech
You’ll shake and shudder in surprise
When you hear these zombies shriek
We’re sorry skeletons, you’re so misunderstood
You only want to socialize, but I don’t think we should
‘Cause spooky, scary skeletons
Shout startling, shrilly screams
They’ll sneak from their sarcophagus
And just won’t leave you be
Spirits supernatural are shy what’s all the fuss?
But bags of bones seem so unsafe, it’s semi-serious
Spooky, scary skeletons
Are silly all the same
They’ll smile and scrabble slowly by
And drive you so insane
Sticks and stones will break your bones
They seldom let you snooze
Spooky, scary skeletons
Will wake you with a boo!

My 2 cents –

So I love all things spooky. This month allows me to share the fun songs.

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - I am Done

Can I please go back to avoiding the news?

Serena’s poem this week came from a news story about a child being drowned by their own parent. it’s not an uncommon story…but I’m getting tired and old. I have never been able to understand what drives a parent to kill their kids. I don’t understand why parents abuse their own child either. I have had some issues where I have made mistakes but I am not talking about that. I am talking about the ones that purposely hurt the kids. I don’t understand why.

Innocence is not a reason to hurt. If you can’t handle kids don’t have any. Some people just should not be parents.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –


Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat ’til the neighbors gonna die of fright
It’s our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween
Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don’t we love it now?
Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise
‘Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something’s waiting now to pounce and how you’ll scream
This is Halloween, red and black, slimy green
Aren’t you scared? Well, that’s just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the who when you call, “Who’s there?”
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween
‘Alloween, ‘alloween
‘Alloween, ‘alloween
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life’s no fun without a good scare
That’s our job, but we’re not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town, don’t we love it now?
Everybody is waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Won’t you please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the Pumpkin Patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
‘Alloween, ‘alloween
‘Alloween, ‘alloween
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

My 2 cents –

Okay I will admit that I knew that today’s song had to be This Is Halloween…but I didn’t expect to find this version. I was so excited to see such a fun version.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –


Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We’re standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice

Come on and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul

This endless mercy mile
We’re crawling side by side
With hell freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our crime

Come on and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul

Don’t let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

Come on and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul

Don’t let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

Don’t let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul (soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul…)

My 2 cents –

This one was recently sent to me. I can’t tell you that I have not felt this way. Love should never demand you sacrifice who you are.

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - Overthinking

I think I am misunderstood. Several times lately I have had to explain my desires for Fae Corps.

We don’t generally take erotica…but it is mostly because we do a lot of children’s books and marketing both of them for a small publishing firm is nearly impossible.

The whole reason for Fae corps is because I love books and it is so hard to get your foot in the door as an indie author. The only thing that I limit is the erotica and gore for the sake of gore. I really just try to publish good stories by good people.

I like the idea of seeing unique representation of marginalized or obscure groups. I love publishing poetry that makes people feel or think. I am a sucker for a good kids book, and I would love to publish litrpg stories and or guides. I have a weakness for horror and mystery, sci fi and romance…pretty much anything that is an enjoyable read.

I can’t say that I have some kind of specific thing Fae Corps Publishing is specifically known for. I don’t know if I would want it to be. I feel like there is a lot of Indie firms that are particular. I just want to see good books out im the world.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

I’m staring out into the night
Tryin’ to hide the pain
I’m going to the place where love
And feeling good don’t ever cost a thing
And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain
Well, I’m going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I’m not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don’t regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I’m going home
Well, I’m going home
The miles are getting longer, it seems
The closer I get to you
I’ve not always been the best man or friend for you
But your love remains true, and I don’t know why
You always seem to give me another try
So I’m going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I’m not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don’t regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
Be careful what you wish for
‘Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all
And then some you don’t want
Be careful what you wish for
‘Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all, yeah
Well, I’m going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I’m not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don’t regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
I said these places and these faces are getting old
So I’m going home
I’m going home

My 2 cents –

I didn’t get the week scheduled. So when I was trying to choose the song I would speak about the poem. Some times home is such a subjective thing .

Thursday Thoughts

Thursday Thoughts
Meme - Overthinking

I am not quiet about my mental illness. I sit and listen to others who need me as often as I can. Mostly because I feel like I am often not heard myself. I scramble to speak, and I am as precise in my language as I can be…because words are important…But there are days when the words leave me.

Sometimes It is easier to advise others than to listen to what you yourself need to hear.

And lately I am finding the words harder than I would like to admit. I have had to make choices for my own mental wellbeing that have left me drained.

So, Like so many others I seek the happy chemicals on the internet. Scrolling, and wishing it was a easy thing to just choose to be happy.

I have work to do.

I refuse to let those who depend on me down. So, I have had my moping period…And now I am done. I have my own plans for what life should be. I have happiness that I will seek out.

So…If you catch me moping again, know it will pass.

I am not here to sit upon a dead ass and be miserable.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –


Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh, oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu
Eh, eheu, eheu

My 2 cents –

The news is enough to make sure I want to burn everything to the ground .