CHARLIE DANIELS BAND - "Devil Went Down To Georgia"
Monday, October 31, 2016
KISS
Everywhere around the world
Everybody's doin' time
Freedom comes at 5:15
Prison starts at quarter to nine
It takes a hard workin' lover
To keep on towin' the line
I'll meet you under the covers
I get excited, I'm so excited
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, whoo
Take me to the jungle, honey
We're livin' in a human zoo
Getcha turnin' tricks for money
I'd rather roll around with you
'Cause when the waitin' is over
I come a-runnin' to you
I got the whole night to show you
I get excited, I'm so excited
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Ooh, let me hear you, uh, right, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh!
They got me workin', they got me runnin'
But when I'm comin' home to you, yeah
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Well, we work all day (they got me working)
And we don't know why (they got me runnin')
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy (ooh yeah)
When you body's been starved (my body's hungry)
Feed your appetite (don't need no money)
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night (comin' home, yeah)
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When you body's been starved, feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Well, we work all day
Everybody's doin' time
Freedom comes at 5:15
Prison starts at quarter to nine
It takes a hard workin' lover
To keep on towin' the line
I'll meet you under the covers
I get excited, I'm so excited
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, whoo
Take me to the jungle, honey
We're livin' in a human zoo
Getcha turnin' tricks for money
I'd rather roll around with you
'Cause when the waitin' is over
I come a-runnin' to you
I got the whole night to show you
I get excited, I'm so excited
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Ooh, let me hear you, uh, right, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh!
They got me workin', they got me runnin'
But when I'm comin' home to you, yeah
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When your body's been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Well, we work all day (they got me working)
And we don't know why (they got me runnin')
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy (ooh yeah)
When you body's been starved (my body's hungry)
Feed your appetite (don't need no money)
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night (comin' home, yeah)
Well, we work all day
And we don't know why
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy
When you body's been starved, feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! all night
Well, we work all day
Sunday, October 30, 2016
STYX
"Too Much Time On My Hands"
Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
Well I'm so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Well, I'm a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world's problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I'm buying
Is it any wonder I'm not the president
(He's not the president)
Is it any wonder I'm null and void?
Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away at my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
Well I'm so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Well, I'm a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world's problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I'm buying
Is it any wonder I'm not the president
(He's not the president)
Is it any wonder I'm null and void?
Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away at my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women
Saturday, October 29, 2016
LOOKING GLASS
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)
There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
When she saw his ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
When she saw his ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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| I crave the nothingness you ooze from your pores Hollow gift of insubstantial rot Green black festering holes beguiling Ghosts of a dream forgot I walk by your side, past you, through you To somewhere else Standing in place listening for your song In the silence Waiting for you to come Feel our lips embrace Tongues entwine Slow deep and wet Claim this waste land as our own Take my hand While the world burns Follow me into the darkness My black forest of Sin It is there eternity begins as everything ends With an ivory fanged bite And a blood curdling scream.   | |
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Friday, October 28, 2016
Graveyard Coffeehouse - The Best Of My Worst Undead Poetry
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| The Morning Summer Rain I spent the morning Summer rain Reminiscing about the bitter Winter snow How we made love that night like fierce animals Holding you in my arms close At daylight Watching freezing rain and snow flakes cover the ground Your body so warm against mine and hungry As the bedroom clock counted down to goodbye Making love furiously in a race against time Kissing you slow, soft and wet After the raging climax of our orgasmic dance Twisting, turning, swaying Within rumpled bed linens Stained with lipstick, mascara, and cum Not wanting this beautiful dream fraught with lies and betrayal To ever end Not like this in the cold air Looking into your eyes Seeing that majestic face leaking black rivers Droplets drifting into virgin snow Lamenting all the moments we could not have together Spent alone thirsty for passion Overcome by desire Feeling the pain of forever slipping through your fingers Blown away with the arctic breeze Wondering what could have been Gazing outside the window Into the morning Summer rain.  | |
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GREEN DAY
"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
Of what's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
Of what's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
“Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Feel Me
When the moon is full and the night is long
I can still taste your sweet perdition
On the tip of my hungry tongue
The taste of ecstasy sticky like molten honey
Burning deep and sinful
Slowly down my aching throat
To my black twisted heart
I hear your name again when the evening is cold and dark
I dream of your full lips and flickering tongue
Your gyrating hips as I plant my lascivious seed
In orgasmic flourish again and again
Your rose colored cheeks and earth shattering moans
Enough to bring a long slumbering ghost
Back from a moldering grave
Bodies covered with sweat and rose petals
Overcome with a lust infernal
Eternal desire that will not die
Blood from a wound that refuses to heal
I reach for you in dreams where such visions remain
Making love in illusion that will never fade
Holding you close in recollections that burn
A fire blazing toward the stars in the darkness
You crave as do I still
Feel me within your parted thighs
When you are most alone
My demon lover
And live once more.
When the moon is full and the night is long
I can still taste your sweet perdition
On the tip of my hungry tongue
The taste of ecstasy sticky like molten honey
Burning deep and sinful
Slowly down my aching throat
To my black twisted heart
I hear your name again when the evening is cold and dark
I dream of your full lips and flickering tongue
Your gyrating hips as I plant my lascivious seed
In orgasmic flourish again and again
Your rose colored cheeks and earth shattering moans
Enough to bring a long slumbering ghost
Back from a moldering grave
Bodies covered with sweat and rose petals
Overcome with a lust infernal
Eternal desire that will not die
Blood from a wound that refuses to heal
I reach for you in dreams where such visions remain
Making love in illusion that will never fade
Holding you close in recollections that burn
A fire blazing toward the stars in the darkness
You crave as do I still
Feel me within your parted thighs
When you are most alone
My demon lover
And live once more.
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“Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.”
― Paulo Coelho
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Who Will Dry Your Tears?
Who will dry your tears
When I am gone my Love?
Who will kiss those lips and tell you
They are one with mine in erotic embrace?
Find all the differences between sorrow and pain
But know in the end we are gasoline and fire
A raging storm in a turbulent sea
The pinnacle of pleasure and desire as we rise and fall
As the night's wicked dance
Twists and sways irreverently
To a symphony of orgasmic moans and sighs
Say we are but a stop towards a greater destination
That there is a deeper Love, but not for us
Whisper that near my ear
My darling as we make mad passionate love within a dream
For an eternity awaits
That we both recognize
Lie to me of a greater truth
Scorn my hand and ambition
Tell me this foolishness cannot be so
The ultimate betrayal
That I can finally be rid of you
Banished from tormented visions of ecstasy that linger still
Never to look back
Towards the ghosts of yesterday
Haunting from shallow graves
Moaning of taboo trysts in darkened rooms
Beckoning about overdue last chances
And what can never be
As I hold you in my arms until morning.
Who will dry your tears
When I am gone my Love?
Who will kiss those lips and tell you
They are one with mine in erotic embrace?
Find all the differences between sorrow and pain
But know in the end we are gasoline and fire
A raging storm in a turbulent sea
The pinnacle of pleasure and desire as we rise and fall
As the night's wicked dance
Twists and sways irreverently
To a symphony of orgasmic moans and sighs
Say we are but a stop towards a greater destination
That there is a deeper Love, but not for us
Whisper that near my ear
My darling as we make mad passionate love within a dream
For an eternity awaits
That we both recognize
Lie to me of a greater truth
Scorn my hand and ambition
Tell me this foolishness cannot be so
The ultimate betrayal
That I can finally be rid of you
Banished from tormented visions of ecstasy that linger still
Never to look back
Towards the ghosts of yesterday
Haunting from shallow graves
Moaning of taboo trysts in darkened rooms
Beckoning about overdue last chances
And what can never be
As I hold you in my arms until morning.
ALICE COOPER
For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell
For gambling and drinking alcohol constantly
For making us doubt our parents authority
For choosing to be a living obscenity
You can go to Hell
You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
You'd poison a blind man's dog and steal his cane
You'd gift wrap a leper
And mail him to your Aunt Jane
You'd even force-feed a diabetic a candy cane
You can go to Hell
You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell
For gambling and drinking alcohol constantly
For making us doubt our parents authority
For choosing to be a living obscenity
You can go to Hell
You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
You'd poison a blind man's dog and steal his cane
You'd gift wrap a leper
And mail him to your Aunt Jane
You'd even force-feed a diabetic a candy cane
You can go to Hell
You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell
“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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Love Song To A Love Song
Love Song To A Love Song
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Reflections On Lost Love
Lost love is a volatile mix of cigarette ash and crocodile tears
A bittersweet drink that makes your head spin
The black shriveled heart of a fool suddenly left without an audience
Deep childhood fears that have never moved from beneath your bed
An ounce of rejection
A quart of strained lies
Betrayal, madness and Sin
A pinch of despair
Mixed with a touch of misery
Nights of ecstasy that end way too soon
Lost love is an empty room filled with ghosts that will not leave
A passion play that you did not truly understand
Until all was over and done as you sit alone
Lost Love is the number 11 minus 10
It is where you began
So naive and innocent not too long ago
Emptiness staring into a shattered mirror
Plus 1.
Lost love is a volatile mix of cigarette ash and crocodile tears
A bittersweet drink that makes your head spin
The black shriveled heart of a fool suddenly left without an audience
Deep childhood fears that have never moved from beneath your bed
An ounce of rejection
A quart of strained lies
Betrayal, madness and Sin
A pinch of despair
Mixed with a touch of misery
Nights of ecstasy that end way too soon
Lost love is an empty room filled with ghosts that will not leave
A passion play that you did not truly understand
Until all was over and done as you sit alone
Lost Love is the number 11 minus 10
It is where you began
So naive and innocent not too long ago
Emptiness staring into a shattered mirror
Plus 1.
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