Song Lyric Sunday ~ 1/16/22

The prompt is Bomb, Gun, Knife, Weapon. I may have picked this song before but it fits the promot so I’ll use it again. Without further ado Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People. Writer: Mark Foster

Robert’s got a quick hand
He’ll look around the room
He won’t tell you his plan
He’s got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth
He’s a cowboy kid

Yeah he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things
I don’t even know what
But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you, wait

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he’s coming home late
And he’s bringing me a surprise
‘Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice

I’ve waited for a long time
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must’ve lost your wits?”
Yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Run, run, run, run, ru-ru-ru-run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run, run, run

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

#SLS ~ 1/9/22

Jim at Fandango’s suggestion prompts us with Concern, Fear, Fret, or Worry. While I may have used this song before, I’m using it again. Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, songwriter Donald Roeser, is one of my faves and fitting for our situation.

Our = the collective “we” = citizens of planet 🌎 Earth. End of daze baby. \m/

B and I finally watched Don’t Look Up on Netflix. Not sure what all the hype was about. It was just okay in our opinion. It did make me think 🤔 about this song though 🎶.

All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, La

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness)
Another 40, 000 coming everyday (we can be like they are)

Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, La

Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don’t be afraid

Come on, baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)

#SLS ~ 1/2/22

It’s hard to remember to write 2022. I have to really think about it. Anyway, here we go. Jim at Melanie’s suggestion set us up with entertainment, circus, show. I picked the Three Dog Night classic The Show Must Go On. Writer(s): Sayer Gerard Hugh, Courtney David Alexander. Hope you enjoy.

Baby, although I chose this lonely life 
It seems it’s strangling me now
All the wild men, big cigars, gigantic cars
They’re all laughing at me now

Oh, I’ve been used, ooh, used
I’ve been a fool, oh, what a fool
I broke all the rules, oh, yeah
But I must let the show go on

Baby, there’s an enormous crowd of people
They’re all after my blood
I wish maybe they’d tear down the walls of this theater
Let me out, let me out

Oh, I’m so blind, oh, I’m blind
I wasted time, wasted, wasted, wasted time
Walking on a wire, high wire
But I must let the show go on

Oh, I’m so blind, oh, I’m blind
I wasted time, wasted, wasted all too much time
Walking on a wire, high wire
But I must let the show go on

Baby, I wish you’d help me escape
Help me get away
Leave me outside my address
Far away from this masquerade

‘Cause I’ve been blind, oh, so blind
I wasted time, wasted, wasted all too much time
Walking on a wire, high wire
But I must let the show go
I must let the show go
I must let the show go on

#SLS ~ 12/26/21

Jim and Amy provide the sets ups again today. Unless I have lost count, that is three weeks running. A trifecta. Woo to the Hoo. The prompts are Anger, Frustration, Furious, Irritated, Mad, Provoked, Revenge. I have to admit I laughed when read the post as I pictured little Jim having his candy meltdown and his mom walking away. I was told to do that a time or two but instead, I left the kid’s at home with B until they had outgrown the tantrum phase. Avoidance is the best risk mitigation technique. Yeah buddy.

Okay so now for the songs. I have always used music to soothe me. Part of that is listening to music that can be somewhat aggressive, playing the songs loudly, and screaming singing. Yep that’s a thing. Better out than in as Shrek says. I know the friendly ogre was referring to something else but the sentiment fits here too. I have tons of songs to choose from. Ultimately I landed on two. First, Bodies by Drowning Pool. Songwriters: Stevie Benton / Christian Joseph Pierce / Michael J. Luce / David W. Williams. There’s some growling in there. Fllllloooooorrrrrrrr. Noooooooooo.

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Beaten why for
Can’t take much more

Here we go!
Here we go!
Here we go now

One – nothing wrong with me
Two – nothing wrong with me
Three – nothing wrong with me
Four – nothing wrong with me

One – something’s got to give
Two – something’s got to give
Three – something’s got to give now

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Now!

Push me again
This is the end

Here we go!
Here we go!
Here we go now

One – nothing wrong with me
Two – nothing wrong with me
Three – nothing wrong with me
Four – nothing wrong with me

One – something’s got to give
Two – something’s got to give
Three – something’s got to give now

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Skin against skin blood and bone
You’re all by yourself but you’re not alone
You wanted in and now you’re here
Driven by hate consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

One – nothing wrong with me
Two – nothing wrong with me
Three – nothing wrong with me
Four – nothing wrong with me

One – something’s got to give
Two – something’s got to give
Three – something’s got to give now

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Hey! Go
Hey! Go
Hey! Go
Hey! Go

And for good measure – Walk by Pantera. Songwriters: Rex Brown / Philip Anselmo / Darrell Lance Abbott / Vincent Paul Abbott. Lyrics within.

Rock on wit ur bad selves …

#SLS ~ 12/19/21

Jim and Amy provide the sets ups again today. The prompts are lyrics associated with electronic communication devices (pagers, iPhone, Android, fax machine, computer, TV). Check out this LINK for details about the song I chose to explain why since the lyrics fit more with last week. Without further ado, here’s Superman’s Dead performed by Our Lady Peace. Writer(s): Lanni Arnold David, Maida Michael.

Do you worry that you’re not liked
How long ’til you break
You’re happy cause you smile
But how much can you fake
An ordinary boy, an ordinary name
But ordinary’s just not good enough today

No, a woo oo
Ow, a woo oo
Ow, a woo oo

Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
I’m thinking

Why-eieieie yeah, is Superman dead
Eieieie, yeah, is it in my head?
Eieieie, yeah, we’ll just laugh instead
You worry about the weather
Whether not you should hate hate hate

Are you worried about your faith
Kneel down and obey
You’re happy you’re in love
You need someone to hate
An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist
But ordinary’s just not good enough today

Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
I’m thinking

Why-eieieie yeah, is Superman dead
Eieieie, yeah, is it in my head?
Eieieie, yeah, we’ll just laugh instead
You worry about the weather
Whether not you should hate hate hate

No, a woo wo
Ow, a woo wo
Ow, a woo wo
Why-eieieie yeah
Why-eieieie yeah
Why-eieieie yeah
Why-eieieie yeah

Doesn’t anybody ever know
Doesn’t anybody ever know
Doesn’t anybody ever know
That the world’s a subway, subway
Doesn’t any, any, any, any, any
That the world’s a subway, subway, hie

#SLS ~ 12/12/21

Jim by way of Amy at ai love music aisasami prompts us with songs that have Nonsense lyrics. This sounds fun 🤩 Okay, the song that immediately came to mind takes me back to the gym at Central Catholic High School circa 1980 something for Friday night dances. We didn’t really dance to this song though unless you can call jumping around like pogo sticks dancing. Mild mosh pit vibes. Hey that makes me think about another nonsense song. See below for a twofer.

Don’t think me unkind
Words are hard to find
The only cheques I’ve left unsigned
From the banks of chaos in my mind
And when their eloquence escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me

De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

Poets, priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no one’s jamming their transmission
‘Cos when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you

De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

(De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true)

De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da was written by Sting and performed by the Police

Rock Lobster. Lyrics within. Writer(s): Keith Strickland, Cindy Wilson, Fred Schneider, Ricky Wilson, Kate Pierson.

#SLS ~ 12/5/21

The dynamic duo is at it again. Jim at Paula’s suggestion prompts us with House, Room, Kitchen, Shower, Attic. So much to choose from, I had trouble deciding. Sure did enjoy listening to some tunes as I narrowed down my choice though. Today I picked Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, songwriter(s) Ragnar Thorhallsson, Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can’t even dress myself
It’s killing me to see you this way

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that’s left is a ghost of you.
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart,
There’s nothing we can do
Just let me go we’ll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!
Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore