They’re creepy and they’re kooky Mysterious and spooky They’re all together ooky The Addams family Their house is a museum When people come to see ’em They really are a screaming The Addams family Neat Sweet Petite So, put a witch’s shawl on A broomstick you can crawl on We’re gonna play a call on The Addams family They’re creepy and they’re kooky Mysterious and spooky They’re all together ooky The Addams family Strange Deranged The Addams family
My 2 cents –
Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky. And I have to admit ending on a high note imho.
Superstition, fear, and jealousy Dead I am the one, exterminating son Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry While they slowly turn, conquering the worm Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat Tender is the fur, dying as you purr Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Do it baby, do it baby Do it baby, do it baby Burn like an animal Dead I am the life, dig into the skin Knuckle crack the bone, twenty-one to win Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry Devil on your back, I can never die Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Do it baby, do it baby Do it baby, do it baby Burn like an animal Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
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
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
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.
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.
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 .
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 .
But I’ve had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, oh, oh Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, oh, oh And I’m sorry I lie so much I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Lord knows I’ve got habits to break I’m really good at being good at goodbyes I’m gonna give you fair warning that I I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side I’m not a saint, but I could be if I Sover up and settle down, give a little talk ‘Bout how I can’t keep from runnin’ ’round Say it’s such a fault, oh, oh And I’m sorry I lie so much I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Lord knows I’ve got habits to break I’m really good at being good at goodbyes I’m gonna give you fair warning that I I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Oh woah, oh woah, oh Oh woah, oh woah, oh Oh woah, oh woah, oh I’m gonna give you fair warning that I Will be the reason for the tears in your eyes I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Lord knows I’ve got habits to break I’m really good at being good at goodbyes I’m gonna give you fair warning that I I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side I’m gonna give you fair warning that I Oh woah, oh woah, oh Oh woah, oh woah, oh Oh woah, oh woah, oh I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
My 2 cents –
Things are starting to calm down a wee bit. I am starting to get back to working on my own personal self and the stuff I need to do. I’m looking forward to planning for the next step .
I remember daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer And reachin’ out to hold me, when I had a nightmare You could read quite a story in the callous’ and lines Years of work and worry had left their mark behind
I remember daddy’s hands how they held my mama tight And patted my back for something done right There are things that I’d forgotten that I loved about the man But I’ll always remember the love in daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’ Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand There was always love in daddy’s hands
I remember daddy’s hands workin’ ’til they bled Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed If I could do things over, I’d live my life again And never take for granted the love in daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’ Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand There was always love in daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’ Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand There was always love in daddy’s hands
My 2 cents –
More family issues. I am still trying to deal with the fallout. Sometimes Knowing that someone loves you is not enough to allow them to mistreat you. I recently had to cut off other family because at 49 I am still struggling with that idea. I no longer have space for those who can not respect my boundaries… No matter who they are. It does make me sad though.
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