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Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

I’m through with standing in line to pubs I’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win
Life hasn’t turned out quite the way
I want it to be (tell me what you want)
I want a huge sail that’ll hold the squalls
And a big black ship with some cannonballs
Don’t wanna join Davy Jones twenty thousand
Leagues under the sea (so how you gonna do it?)
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even roll my bed and change my name, we…
We all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP’s with the movie stars
Every good gold digger is gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial
Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Singing those songs that offend the censors
Popping my pills from a Pez dispenser (rockstars don’t do mornings)
Get washed up sailors writing all our songs
Get washed up sailors writing all our songs
Lipsync them every night so I don’t get them wrong
We’ll sing them dusk till morning, we
We all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP’s with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial
Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial
Hey, I wanna be a rockstar

My 2 cents –

this one has 2 things going for it…I love sea shanties and nickelback is decent.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a Garden State
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love, yeah
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Ohh, oh

My 2 cents –

by time I was 21 this felt like me. I have more or less been with the same person since then but even that at times has felt like it fits the song .

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in bloody sheets
To drop you six feet underneath
They put you in a pinewood box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
It all goes well for about a week
And then, your coffin begins to leak
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
As you begin to decompose
A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes
Chews through your stomach and out your sides
Your stomach turns to rancid grease
And puss pours out like melted cheese
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead
And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out
Your brain turns into maggot pie
Your liver starts to liquify
And for the living, all is well
As you sink further into hell
And the flames rise up to drag you down
Into the fire, where you will drown
Your skin melts off as you descend
And Satan tears you limb from limb
Your suffering will never end
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out
And when your bones begin to rot
The worms remain, but you do not
So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For someday, you’ll be the one to die
And when Death brings his cold despair
Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”

My 2 cents –

I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –


If God had long hair
And a goatee,
And if his eyes looked pretty glazed…
If He looked spaced out
Would you buy his story?
Would you believe he
had an eye infection?

And yeah, yeah, God looks baked
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…


What if God smoked cannabis?
Hit the bong like some of us?
Drove a tie-dyed microbus,
And he subscribed to Rolling Stone?


When God made this place,
In the beginning,
Did He plant any seeds?
Or did he put them
there for Adam and Eve,
So they’d be hungry for
the apple that the snake
Was always offering?

And yeah, yeah… God rolls great,
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…


What if God smoked cannabis?
Do you suppose he had a buzz
When he made the platypus
When he created earth, our home?
Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones?
And do you think He rolls His own
Up there in heaven on the throne?
And when the saints go marching home,
Does he just sits and smokes a bowl?

My 2 cents –

okay I was absolutely shocked to find out that this was done by the cranberries. it was originally a bob rivers song and joan Osborne made it a hit.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Slaughter The World
Lyrics by Ryan Sohmer

Excitement abounds
I almost can’t wait
Relax, I don’t want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don’t fight back
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you’d think
‘He’s a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!’
I’d kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I’d maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can’t you see?
I’d kill four!
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants…what do they call it?
Ahh…grieve!
I suppose that being undead there’s not much to life
A soul is needed for loving…feeling…
How does this all not make me…what’s that word again?
Heave!
You’ve nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It’s going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I’d cut him in half
Then I’d graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I’d lop it
I’d make a puppet
On top of a staff!
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don’t…what’s the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes…me!
I’ll slaughter the world

My 2 cents –

okay I am in a silly mood. this is one of two great parody songs that the looking for group comic guys put together with an animated video for. I love them both. 

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Something takes a part of me
Something lost and never seen
Every time I start to believe
Something’s raped and taken from me, from me
Life’s gotta always be messing with me (you wanna see the light)
Can’t they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can’t I take away all this pain? (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain, in vain
Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it’s my life I can’t taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You’ll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me
Feeling like a freak on a leash (you wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release (so do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free, is free
Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it’s my life I can’t taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You’ll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me
Boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma
Da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ay, go
So fight, something on the ming-a-ooh
Fight, some things they fight
So, something on the ming-a-ooh
Fight, some things they fight
Fight, something off the hee-a-hoo
No, some things they fight
Fight, something on the ming-a-hoo
Fight, some things they fight
Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Oh

My 2 cents –

my pain is on display at times because I don’t hide my past or my life. I will stumble on occasion but I will not fall.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

There are no more tears to cry
I heard you beggin’ for life
Runnin’ out of medicine
You’re worse than you’ve ever been

screamin’ for me, baby
(Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die
(Ah-ah) poison on the inside
I could be your antidote tonight
(Ah-ah) screamin’ for me, baby
(Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die
(Ah-ah) poison on the inside
I could be your antidote tonight

I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease
If you were a sinner, I could make you believe
Lay you down like one, two, three
Eyes roll back in ecstasy
I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure)
Cure your disease

You’re so tortured when you sleep
Plagued with all your memories
You reach out, and no one’s there
Like a god without a prayer

screamin’ for me, baby
(Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die
(Ah-ah) poison on the inside
I could be your antidote tonight
(Ah-ah) screamin’ for me, baby
(Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die
(Ah-ah) poison on the inside
I could be your antidote tonight

I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease
If you were a sinner, I could make you believe
Lay you down like one, two, three
Eyes roll back in ecstasy
I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure)
Cure your disease

cure your disease
(Ah)
I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya

Bring me your desire, I can cure your disease
If you were a sinner, I could make you believe
Lay you down like one, two, three
Eyes roll back in ecstasy
I know all your secrets, I can cure ya, oh
Cure your disease

cure your disease
(Ah) cure ya
(Ah)
I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya
I can cure your disease
(Ah) cure your disease
(Ah) cure your disease
(Ah) ooh
(Ah) ooh

My 2 cents –

I find myself with no doubts that she could do something….but maybe not cure the issues I have. Still the song is definitely worth listening to.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

The beautiful poem by miss Sylvia Plath
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.
They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.
My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage——
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

My 2 cents –

Okay I know that this is a poem…being sung to music. But I love Sylvia Plath and I couldn’t Resist Sharing it. It is so pretty.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

My 2 cents –

I hate the direction American politics have taken lately. I feel like the songs from the past are relevant again. Though the topic was not a good one, Billie Holiday had a gorgeous voice and made the song seem like such a beautiful thing. I am leaning into the older blues and jazz music lately…Because it seems to be relevant again…and that make me sad.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

There’s a devil inside me

Keep me close to your breath and your heart

White sands build these mountains, beauty at the start

Climb so high till your feet can’t touch the ground

Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you now

I become your medication Get off on numb sensation

Know every single weakness Bring out your inner demons

This devil digs deeper down inside of me

Will you get out of me

Will you get out of me

I’ll tempt you with my siren song

Close your eyes and just sing along

I can feel you thinking

One more kiss is all I need from this

Do you crave me, or am I just your escape?

From the darkness that resides inside your brain

Call me devil baby, but you know the truth

The only thing that you fear is you (It’s you)

I become your medication Get off on numb sensation

Know every single weakness

Breaking you down to pieces

This devil digs deeper down inside of me

Will you get out of me

Will you get out of me

I’ll tempt you with my siren song

Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking

One more kiss is all I need from this

There’s a devil inside me

Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you know

This f **ing devil! This devil digs deeper down inside of me

Will you get out of me

Will you get out of me

I’ll tempt you with my siren song

Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking

One more kiss is all I need from this

This f **ing devil’s white grip Is all I need from this

My 2 cents –

Ever get a song stuck in your head and not be able to put your fingers on what the song is? This was my song this week. All I had was the rhythm. Then the boyfriend randomly decided to play it. whew, that cleared the song from my mind.