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Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Theories, I know you got your theories
I know you got this feeling
Everyone’s out to get you (To get you)
Faceless, enemies always faceless
Somehow, you’re always blameless
But that don’t make you bulletproof (Bulletproof)

You hear whispers when we’re just talkin’
See pointin’ fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
You hear footsteps when no one’s comin’
But you keep runnin’, there’s no use runnin’

You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
It’s your back that you been stabbin’
When you gonna understand?
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin

When did, when did you start pretendin’?
You don’t know why it ended
You think the fault is all mine (Is all mine)
Mirror, you never checked the mirror
Or you woulda seen the killer
Starin’ right back with your eyes (With your eyes)

You hear whispers when we’re just talkin’
See pointin’ fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
You hear footsteps when no one’s comin’
But you keep runnin’ there’s no use runnin’

You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
It’s your back that you been stabbin’
When you gonna understand?
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin

You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin)
You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin)
You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin)
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin

Ah, ah, ah, ah

You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
It’s your back that you been stabbin’
When you gonna understand?
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin

My 2 Cents –

Self sabotage… lately and the closer to my birthday it gets… the more I feel like I am fighting with this. I know that I am not the only one that struggles with this problem.

Monday Poetry

This week is an odd one

It’s Sunday. I usually do my publishing/blog/writing based responsibilities on Sunday… but it is also Joe’s birthday. So, I am squeezing in what I can before I go to bed. Then I will be spending the day with him and trying to get the rest of the week playing catch up. Next week I will be AWOL as the 13th is my day.

I actually have ideas for this week, mostly. Wednesday is the iffy…but I may come up with something by the time I get there.

If I find that I am feeling froggy I might try to do something after the 13th as far as posts but regardless I will return to work on the following week.

Also…in addition to my own release of Internal Battlefields, my middle child, NK Xero, is looking at releasing a poetry book in April. (With Fae Corps Publishing of course). Also I am hoping to do the same thing I usually do and post a daily poem. I’m hoping to try to do some new ones ☺️

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

I can’t still remember me and Miss November Rain
Beautiful and strange
Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines
Yeah, you were never on time

You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird
Upside down and not all here
What’s a-wrong with me and you is crystal clear

Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong
And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm
And the walls are melting too
How about you?
I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all
‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball
And my friends are comin’ too
How about you?
Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human

Unpack all your baggage
Hide it in the attic, where
You hope it disappears
This all seems so familiar
But it doesn’t feel like home
It’s just another unknown

You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird
Upside down and not all here
Right a wrong, it’s all so crystal clear

Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong
And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm
And the walls are melting too
How about you?
I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all
‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball
And my friends are comin’ too
How about you?
Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human

We’re all just passing through
Passengers on a ship of fools
We’re all just passing through
Passengers on a ship of fools

Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong
And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm
And the walls are melting too
How about you?
I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all
‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball
And my friends are comin’ too
On a ship of fools
Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom
Of being human

My 2 Cents –

This song just kinda hit… I so often feel like I am a weird little oddity and I don’t fit in. Even if I know that I am just human… I feel like I am so very strange… and it is nice to hear that I am not alone…

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Once upon a time in a far away land
A little girl lived under her father’s hand
She wept in silence and never talked
Her father made sure that he called the shots
He nailed the door shut so she couldn’t leave
Blew out the lights so she couldn’t see
But one night she broke through the window pane
Nothing could stop her great escape
‘Cause this girl had plans
That he’d never understand
All the miracles she saw in her dreams
All the amazing things that she could be
So the little girl ran away from home you see
Little girl go on and write your story
Little girl rejoice ’cause you’re finally free
Little girl be who you wanna be
You already know the strength inside your heart
You don’t need someone to tell you who you are
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
Twenty years later through the hourglass
The little girl grew up in the time that’s passed
All those late nights ’cause she worked three jobs
Started from pennies now she’s her own boss
One day she opens up the door to meet
A stranger at window guess who she sees
Her father shows up with a face of red
Head down low he looks up and says
I know you can’t forgive
All the things that I did
But I’m hoping that you’ll understand
For you I always had a plan
So the little girl showed him all the things she achieved
The world she saw from all the highest peaks
How she moved the mountains with her fingertips
Head to toe her father finally admits
You already know the strength inside your heart
You don’t need someone to tell you who you are
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
Be who you wanna be
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
Ah
Little girl little girl be who you wanna be

My 2 Cents –

Okay I was going to post this last week but I realized it was going to be V-day and changed my mind because of that. This song made me cry 😭. I have been that little girl. Every girl in my generation has. Expectations are a heavy load.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Another love taken to the grave
Another one goes right down the drain
I keep making all the same mistakes
Running out of reasons I can blame

Thought I had a heart of gold
Everything I touch turns to stone
Is it my fault I always end up alone?

Maybe I’m just difficult
Maybe I’m impossible
Maybe I’m just one step over the edge
You’re one foot out the door

Maybe I’m emotional
Too much to handle or
Maybe I’m unlovable

Is there anyone left to believe?
Is there any good still left in me?
I keep slipping further underneath
I just want a love that never leaves

Thought I had a heart of gold
Everything I touch turns to stone
Is it my fault I always end up alone?

Well, maybe I’m just difficult
Maybe I’m impossible
Maybe I’m just one step over the edge
You’re one foot out the door

Maybe I’m emotional
Too much to handle
Maybe I’m unlovable
Unlovable

Maybe I’m just difficult
Maybe I’m impossible
Maybe I’m just one step over the edge
You’re one foot out the door

Maybe I’m emotional
Too much to handle oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Maybe I’m unlovable
Unlovable

Maybe I’m unlovable

My 2 Cents –

It’s freaking valentine’s day…yeah I am leaving this and leaving it alone. enjoy your day.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
After graduation
Mary Anne went out lookin’ for a bright new world
Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was Earl
Well, it wasn’t two weeks after she got married that
Wanda started gettin’ abused
She’d put on dark glasses and long sleeved blouses
And makeup to cover a bruise
Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care
Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda’s hand and they worked out a plan
And it didn’t take ’em long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin’ weak?
Why don’t you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain’t it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they tipped their hats and said, “Thank you ladies
If you hear from him let us know”
Well, the weeks went by and spring turned to summer
And summer faded into fall
And it turns out he was a missing person who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land at a roadside stand
Out on highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don’t lose any sleep at night
‘Cause Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
We need a break, let’s go out to the lake, Earl
We’ll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl
Well, is that alright? Good! Let’s go for a ride, Earl, hey
Ooh hey hey hey
Ah hey hey hey
Well, hey hey hey

My 2 Cents –

Okay, Saturday was the 19th birthday for my youngest child. That means I am worn out and trying to get the blog done with no real energy. So, I went with another fun song. This one has been on my social media pages a lot lately.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Well, I see ’em every night in tight blue jeans
In the pages of a Blueboy magazine
Hey, hey, I’ve been thinking of a new sensation
I’m picking up good vibrations
Oop, she bop, she bop
Do I wanna go out with a lion’s roar?
Yeah, I wanna go south and get me some more
Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine
They say I better stop or I’ll go blind
Oop, she bop, she bop
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu bop
(I hope he will understand)
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu she bop
Oh, she do, she bop
Hey, hey they say I better get a chaperone
Because I can’t stop messin’ with the danger zone
Hey, hey I won’t worry, and I won’t fret
Ain’t no law against it yet
Oop, she bop, she bop
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu bop
(I hope he will understand)
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu she bop
Oh, she do, she bop, she bop
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu bop
(I hope he will understand)
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu she bop
Oh, she did it, she bop
Oh, she did it, she bop

My 2 Cents –

My dudes I have a nasty sinus infection. I was tempted to just skip this day because I am so not feeling well… but my boyfriend suggested this as it is a fun song that is not offensive to the soul. So, rock on.

Monday Poetry

Updates, and ideas

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So I asked a bit ago for ideas to improve my blog. I had someone choose to send their ideas privately,(Which I am fine with by the way), and I felt the ideas to be brilliant. I have tried to put as many in place as I could. I do not know if I have put them in play completely yet…I am still working on a few of them. It will likely be a work in progress for the next little bit. I am working on getting a routine in place. I want 2023 to be a year where I am organized and have an easier time keeping up with my writing and art. I want the blog to flow without hesitation…I know I don’t work that way…but I am always gonna try.

Those who have followed me for a while know I usually pick a word for each new year. One to be an example for what my goals/plan for the year will be. I think that I will be using a phrase for 2023. My phrase will be “Forward Movement”. The thought is even a baby step is forward movement. I spend too much time beating myself up for stuff that I don’t manage to get done. Things that fall through the cracks. This year I want to focus on the joy of life. The celebration of the things that I do get done. So, I am setting myself up for success.