Favourite song lyrics....

I'm a sucker for old school music even though I am in my mid-twenties.
For my favorite lyrics i choose Suspicious Minds by The King Elvis Presley

"Suspicious Minds"


We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah

Seether: Gone Forever

Don't know what went wrong
Don't know what's going on
Seems like a hundred years
Still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night with these bloodshot eyes
While these wall surround me with the story of our lives

Chorus: I feel so much better now that you're gone forever
Tell myself I don't miss you at all
Not lying denying I feel so much better now that you're gone forever

Now things are coming clear
That I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fuck and fight
Untill the am comes I'll forget about our lives

Chorus

Bridge: First time you screamed at me I should have made you leave
I should have known that it could be so much better
I hope you're missing me
I hope I made you see
That I'm gone forever

Back to chorus

Do you think of me
Of what we used to be?
Is it better now
That I'm not around?
My friends are actin' strange
They don't bring up your name
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?

I don't wanna know, know, know, know
Who's taking you home, home, home, home
And loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, no
I don't wanna know, know, know, know
Who's taking you home, home, home, home
And loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, oh
I don't wanna know

And every time I go out, yeah
I hear it from this one, I hear it from that one
That you got someone new, yeah
I see but don't believe it
Even in my head you're still in my bed
Maybe I'm just a fool

One Eyed Chicken by Beth Hart

🎶 Oh, Father, come together
My sisters and all my brothers
Apathy getting crazy
Help me understand
There's water, there's fire
Which one should I aspire?
Compassion or reaction
What will command?

Reach out and hold me
Reach out and bite my hand

I'm like a one-eyed chicken and a two-legged dog
Shrinking heads in the kitchen then I piss on the lawn
I'm not the kind of woman that you want to take home
Only heaven knows a devil's pain
I just can't change

I'm digging digging digging digging digging on you
Digging digging digging digging digging on me
We're digging digging digging digging digging are we
What we're gonna do

Oh, Father, make it better
Make my love shine bigger than ever
Tell Jesus never leave us
This is my prayer
There's kindness, there's cruelty
A little bit of both inside of me
Come love me come heal me
Make me aware

Reach out and hold me
Reach out and bite my hand

I'm like a one-eyed chicken and a two-legged dog
Shrinking heads in the kitchen then I piss on the lawn
I'm not the kind of woman that you want to take home
Only heaven knows a devil's shame
I just can't change

So glad you made it or I'd be nothing at all
I'm tired and faded, I'm like a wrecking ball

I'm like a one-eyed chicken and a two-legged dog
Shrinking heads in the kitchen then I piss on the lawn
I'm not the kind of woman that you want to take home
Only heaven knows a devil's pain
I just can't change

I just can't change

I'm digging digging digging digging digging on you
Digging digging digging digging digging on me
We're digging digging digging digging digging are we
What we're gonna do🎶

You're No Different by Ozzy Osbourne

How many times can you put me down
'Till in your heart you realize
If you chose to criticize you choose your enemies

Everything that I say and do
In your eyes is always wrong
Tell me where do I belong in a sick society

You're no different to me, yeah
You're no different, no different to me

Look at yourself instead of looking at me
With accusation in your eyes
Do you want me crucified for my profanity

Concealing your crimes behind a grandeur of lies
Tell me where do I begin
If you think you're without sin be the first to cast the stone

You're no different to me, yeah
You're no different, no different to me
You're no different to me, yeah
You're no different, no different to me

Can't you see, can't you see
You're no different to me
Won't you see, won't you see
You're no different to me

Living my life in a way that I choose
You say I should apologize
Is that envy in your eyes reflecting jealousy

Tell me the truth and I'll admit to my guilt
If you'll try and understand
Is that blood that's on your hand from your democracy

You're no different to me, yeah
You're no different, no different to me
You're no different to me, yeah
You're no different, no different to me

Guaranteed by Eddie Vedder

🎶On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering but I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive

Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees they're singing with the dead
Overhead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed🎶

Flatsound - You said okay
"I'm singing ‘la la la’ in desperate hopes that when it bounces back i hear the octave change
so if we could just pretend that your voice exists inside this empty void within
then holy shit, holy shit, holy shit if you spoke
insomnia might loosen its wholesome grip on my throat
and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax
instead of learning to hate you for very minute you don’t
because i sit here wondering if anything you said was true
and who it was that taught you to speak bullets
without considering the exit wound
tell me who"

TORTURED SOUL ASYLUM BY DANI FILTH

"Oh, sweet Midian,
I burn for thee at heart.
Don't despair me.
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts, after dark..."

Under full moons waxing lyrically:
Death's poetry floods the soul,
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo.
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs,
Hymeneal gates to darker sides.
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies.

Midian...

Haunted by this portent,
This obsession in my mind.
With a city sunk below,
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance,
Marble wings spread to the skies.
A vale of dreams that it would seem,
The daylights race to leave behind.

These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls.
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall,
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all.

Forbidden Midian,
A long fabled Judecca.
A sanctuary for sin...

You rival Heaven
Above Heaven's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels in repose
Were those with ivy strangled necks)
Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault.
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists,
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold.
The searing Sun had knelt to kiss.

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth,
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive -
And shall not suffer their kind to live!

For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs,
Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom!
But from flumes of the moon in bloom,
Baring each a face effaced,
And raped in the womb!

In hidden Midian,
A Vatican lying in state,
For the sanctity of sin...

To rival Heaven
Free of Heaven's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels that arose
Were those who fell to most requests)
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists.
Whilst I watched without revolt,
Carnalities few beasts permit.

Between the dog and wolf,
Bared fangs met in intercourse.
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt,
For those below who rose to hunt.

Soar sights that preyed on Me for days,
And in laudenum's haze
I painted them all...

The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To Deathugees at peace within
Grotesques and wolves in women's skins
The raven winged and missing limb
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim.

And marble stairs
Stargrazers dare
Ascend like prayer
(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)

Under full moons waxing lyrically:
Death's poetry floods the soul,
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo.
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs,
Hymeneal gates to other sides.
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides

Midian...

I know I've seen
Through the black backed mirrors in sanity:
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat,
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me.
And just like grim ascension prophecies,
My revenge, carved deep, will be
A grisly plot that reads,
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams.

When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me...

... Please come for me...

Exhuming the moon,
Through the bars in My room.
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through.
But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes,
No Cenobites rise to clame me from you!

No! No! No!
Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell!
No! No! No!
With prophets and losses,
And dead men from crosses,
My fate is a preview of derelict Hell!

Midian!
Midian!

Disturbed - "Prayer"

Another dream that will never come true
Just to compliment your sorrow
Another life that I've taken from you
A gift to add on to your pain and suffering
Another truth you can never believe
Has crippled you completely
All the cries you're beginning to hear
Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening

Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray

[Chorus:]
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me alive, inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away

Another nightmare about to come true
Will manifest tomorrow
Another love that I've taken from you
Lost in time, on the edge of suffering
Another taste of the evil I breed
Will level you completely
Bring to life everything that you fear
Live in the dark, and the world is threatening

Let me enlighten you
This is the way i pray

[Chorus]

Return to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, leave me no one
Turn to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, cast aside
Return to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, leave me no one
Turn to me, return to me, return to me, you've made me turn away

[Chorus Variant:]
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me alive, inside
Living my life's not hard enough,
They take everything from you

This one is more of a spoken word, but it's still considered music to me.

I Always Though I Would Be Okay by Hotel Books

I tried to capture my emotions on paper and was told I was misdirected,
But maybe my mindset has just been infected by this pain-infested re-appropriation
Of the comfort I've developed with negligence.

'Cause part of my heart followed me when I finally moved out,
But I still feel most connected to it when I go back home,
She is now just a three year memory of being addicted to caffeine
And praying I could tell her all the things I planned on saying.

The coffee stains in my journal are a reminder of when I pushed myself into depression.
It's funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.

And the most sense I can make of this world
Has slowly transformed itself from being ink in my pen
To being the pain in my heart and head.
And I never meant to write words
That would make people feel like crying,
I just never wanted to write a single word where I was lying.

And I have slowly tapped the brakes on working
And pushed my foot down on letting go.
And somehow, I still don't know if this method is even working.

I just pray that people can find hope in the stories that in telling.

'Cause the things that got me focused on hope
Were her smile and that beautiful California weather,
But that the winter storms have had their way with my sunshine,
I feel like I don't have anything left.
I feel like I can't believe in power without that intoxicating reminder
That this could all be another thing I'm believing
Just because I'm sick of feeling empty and alone.

Or maybe I am just once again resorting to my pathetic need
To over think just to feel like anything real is happening.
And having to cover every base without any blind faith,
Just so I can know I'm not acting out of my impulse to do things to benefit me,
And me only.

But then out of nowhere,
When I finally feel at peace
And make sense of all these things,
It's at that moment
That I miss everybody who ever loved me.

But somehow, the weather feels more sunny,
And the water in this river keeping my mind watered is finally running,
And flowing, and livestock is growing,
My heart is showing,
My heart is glowing.
So why do I still feel so lonely?
Maybe because the words I put on paper
Are not filling up my heart,
And it's still empty.

And darling,
I promise I meant it when I said I wanted you to be happy,
I just didn't want you to be happier than me.
But I guess I'm just not that lucky.

And this pain may not be escaping,
And I may still be hurting,
But that's okay,
Because at least I'm living.
And I can see that some day it will be ending,
Even if it's not today,
I'll be set free.
So forgive me,
I'm usually much more encouraging,
But until then,
Just promise me you won't leave.
Cause heart may feel empty,
But every time I tell myself I'm alone,
I know that I'm just lying.
Cause even though my heart feels empty,
The walls hold photos of beautiful memories.

And if I hurt so bad now,
I guess it's just a friendly reminder that I'm still breathing.
She may not be next to me,
But this hurt cuts deep and still remembers to visit me.
So heartache,
Thank you for still believing in me.

You're not a problem,
You are my sanity.
And I love you for it.

The Light in the Piazza --music and lyrics Adam Guettel, Featuring Kelli O'Hara

I don't see a miracle
Shining from the sky
I'm no good at statues and stories
I try...
That's not what I think about
That's not what I see
I know what the sunlight can be...

The light, the light in the Piazza
Tiny, sweet...
And then it grows
And then it fills the air!
Who knows what you'll call it
I don't care!
Out there somewhere
I have something I have never had...
As sad, as happy...
That's all I see

The light in the Piazza
The light in the Piazza
It's rushing out...
It's pouring out!
It's flying through the air!
Over the air!
Who knows what you call it
But it's there!
It is there!
All I see is
All I want is tearing from inside!
I see it!
Now I see it!
Everywhere, it's everywhere!
It's everything and everywhere!
Fabrizio...

The Light in the Piazza...
My love...

So good

I've been listening to Simon & Garfunkel's "Bookends." The lyrics of "Punky's Dillema" make me happy.

"Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies,
Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style,
Talkin' to a raisin who 'caisson'ly plays L.A.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.

Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.

I'd ease myself down,
Comin' up brown.

I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.

Ah, South California.

If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Maryjane
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for"

Songwriters: Paul Simon
https://youtu.be/IsnlMqraDvQ

Killer by Phoebe Bridgers

Sometimes I think I'm a killer
Scared you in your house
Even scared myself by talking
About Dahmer on your couch
But I can't sleep next to a body
Even harmless in death
Plus I'm pretty sure I'd miss you
Faking sleep to count your breath

Can the killer in me
Tame the fire in you?
Is there nothing left to do for us?
I am sick of the chase
But I'm hungry for blood
And there's nothing I can do

But when I'm sick and tired
When my mind is barely there
When a machine keeps me alive
And I'm losing all my hair
I hope you kiss my rotten head
And pull the plug
Know that I've burned every playlist
And given all my love

Can the killer in me
Tame the fire in you?
I know there's something waiting for us
I am sick of the chase
But I'm stupid in love
And there's nothing I can do

And there's nothing I can do