P!NK’s FunHouse

I dance around this empty house
Tear us down, throw you out
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall

Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle, now a rash

This used to be a Funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down, down, down
I’m gonna burn it down

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fun

Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
I’d rather live out on the street
Than in this haunted memory

I’ve called the movers, called the maids
We’ll try to exorcise this place
Drag my mattress to the yard
Crumble, tumble house of cards

This used to be a Funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down, down, down

This used to be a Funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down, down, down
I’m gonna burn it down

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fun

I’m crawling through the doggy door
My key don’t fit my life no more
I’ll change the drapes, I’ll break the plates
I’ll find a new place, burn this fucker down

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, da, da, da, da

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
(9,
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
(7, 6)
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
(5, 4, 3)
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
(2, 1)

This used to be a Funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down, down, down

This used to be a Funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down, down, down
I’m gonna burn it down

Sexy, Naughty, Disney

“Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy”, by TATA YOUNG

[Chorus]
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I’m out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can’t change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

I’m the kind of girl that girls don’t like
I’m the kind that boys fantasize
I’m the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you’d turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that’s only to the boys who don’t have the
Right a approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll

People think it’s intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I’m a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent

[Chorus]

My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class bout an hour late and when it came to the guys I’d lay, I’d always pick the ones who wont figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy

People think it’s intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I’m a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent

[Chorus]

Sexy… naughty… bitchy…me

People think it’s intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I’m a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent

[Chorus]

I like all of my shorts to be a little too shortly
Unlike all of my guys I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can’t change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

I pick my skirts to be sexy
Just like my thoughts a bit naughty
When I’m out with my girls …bitchy
Can’t change I am
Sexy naughty bitchy me

Johnny Foreigner – Salt, Peppa and Spinderella

Me and a gun, by the ethereal Tori Amos

Another random find, over at Camels with hammers, a blog with a fantastic name and chock full of great content.

“Me And A Gun”

5am
Friday morning
Thursday night
Far from sleep
I’m still up and driving
Can’t go home
obviously
So I’ll just change direction
Cause they’ll soon konw where I live
And I wanna live

Got a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang “holy holy” as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It’s kind of funny things you think
at times like these
Like I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed

Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hang and he said
“It’s your choice babe just remember
I don’t think you’ll be back in 3 days time
So you choose well”
Tell me what’s right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred’s Seville

Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

And do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through you head
When there’s a man on your back
And you’re pushed flat on your stomach
It’s not a classic cadillac

Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

That Love Sound

Gotta Luv Twitter, here’s a gem that was tweeted tonight, and retweeted by moi! Enjoy.

Lyrics

Hey hey heya honey breathe
I hear a moan, what a slee
So rickity racket some bones in my back
And some leg sweat, drips.

Hey hey hey I heard a lonely moan
Of a womankind left on her own,
In an empty home, in an empty room

And hey I hear the water break
I hear the noise that babies make
Can you felt the shame?
Can you feel the shame?
When you lays you down,
She throws you down?

It’s the love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s that love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s that love sound

Hey hey hey can you tell me how to kill this shame?
How to box it up, how to numb this pain?
Can you make me clean?
Can you make it so it no longer hurts me when

The water breaks
I hear the noise that babies make
Can you felt the shame?
Can you feel the shame?
When you lays you down,
She throws you down?

It’s the love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s that love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s that love sound

You hear him moaning in your bed
You hear him moan, you hear him moan,

It’s the love sound
It’s the love sound
It’s that love sound.

It’s such a sweet sensation

Lyrics

Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch
Written by: D. Wahlberg/M.Wahlberg/Spice

Yeah
Can you feel it baby
I can too

Come on swing it [4 times]

1-2-3 – Now we come to the pay off

It’s such a good vibration
It’s such a sweet sensation [2 times]

Yo! It’s about that time
To bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme
I’m a get mine so get yours
I wanna see sweat comin’ out your pores
On the house tip is how I’m swingin’ this
Strictly Hip-Hop boy, I ain’t singin’ this
Bringing this to the entire nation
Black, white, red, brown
Feel the vibration

Come on come on
Feel it feel it
Feel the vibration

(Chorus)

Vibrations good like Sunkist
Many wanna know who done this
Marky Mark and I’m here to move you
Rhymes will groove you
And I’m here to prove to you
That we can party on the positiive side
And pump posititve vibes
So come along for the ride
Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation
So feel the vibration

Come on come on
Feel it feel it
Feel the vibration

(Chorus)

Donnie D break it down

Donnie D’s on the back up
Drug free, so put the crack up
No need for speed
I’m the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E my
Body is healthy
My rhymes make me wealthy
And the Funky Bunch helps me
To bring you a show with no intoxication
Come on feel the vibration

Yeah
Can you feel it baby
I can too

(Chorus)

Now the time has come for you to get up
The rest had you fed up but Yo, I won’t let up
On the rhythm and rhyme that’s designed to
Make your behind move to what I’m inclinced to
Pure Hip Hop, no sell out
If you ain’t in it to win it
Then get the hell out
I command you to dance
I wanna see motivation
Come on now feel the vibration

{Piano solo}

It’s such a good vibration
Come on come on come on
It’s such a sweet sensation
Feel it feel it

(Chorus)

{Piano – out}

It’s such a good vibration
Come on come on come on
It’s such a sweet sensation
Feel it feel it

(Chorus)

{Piano – out}

It’s Britney Bitch! Piece of Me

Okay so I’ve been following Brit since I discovered the truth about the Mickey Mouse club.  I Love this artist, and I am PISSED OFF! You should know she writes most of her own songs.  How many pop stars can claim that fame?  She is bright beautiful talented and a sweet loving human being.  She’s made so many people rich while they continually strip pieces off her hide.  You Mother Fuckers!  yeah YOU! see last nights twit:

#StopSlavery http://tinyurl.com/ygflhcn seriously y’all she’s in lock down being handled by a narcissist! PLZ C http://bit.ly/2M5Zct

The GREAT Courtney Love alerted her followers to Brit’s lock down, and yup that includes yours truly.

Britney needs to get out of dodge, rattle her cage, get herself and her boys out of harms way.  But is anyone helping?  No!  Not her family, not the courts and certainly not the media (Yeah YOU fucks! How many Princesses must you murder?!!)  I am calling all Rock stars to rally around this princess of pop and HELP HER!  She cannot do it on her own.  her handlers have made sure of that.  Oh Yeah, and haterz… stop being jealous and start trying a little compassion, educate yourselves!  Thank you that’s all, for now.

LYRICS

Lyics:

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

I’m Miss bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can’t see the harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I’m still an exceptional earner
you want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. ‘Lifestyles of the rich and famous’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Extra! Extra! This just in’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘She’s too big now she’s too thin’
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’
Tryin’ and pissin’ me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who’s flippin’ me off
Hopin’ I’ll resort to some havoc
End up settlin’ in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on the TV for strippin’ on the streets’
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there’s panic in the industry
I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. ‘Lifestyles of the rich and famous’
(you want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Extra! Extra! this just in’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘She’s too big now she’s too thin’
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece piece of me…

You want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. ‘Lifestyles of the rich and famous’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Extra! Extra! this just in’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘She’s too big now she’s too thin’
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. ‘Lifestyles of the rich and famous’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘Extra! Extra! this just in’
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. ‘She’s too big now she’s too thin’
(You want a piece of me)

You want a piece of me
You want a piece of me

My Heart won’t hurt you, but my fists just might. STAY AWAY!

LYRICS
I can’t see you, mama
But I can hardly wait
oh To touch and to feel you, mama
Oh, I just can’t keep away
In the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, it’s got me running and I just can’t brake
So say you’ll help me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t keep you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You listen, you teach me, mama
And I know inside you care
So get down, down here beside me
Ooh, you ain’t going nowhere
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh

Can’t you see me here, mama,
Mama, mama, mama, please?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart, ooh?
Now listen to me, mama
Mama, mama
You’re taking away my last chance
Don’t take it away !
Can’t you feel my heart?

ha ha ha,ha ha ha awh

It’s hot, too hot for me, mama
But I can hardly wait
My eyes, they’re burning, mama
And I can feel my body shake
Don’t stop! Don’t stop me, mama
Ooh, make the pain, make it go away, hey
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t see you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You taunt, you tease me, mama
But I never, never, never can keep away
It’s the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, got me running and I just can’t brake
So stay, don’t leave me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Don’t go, no no don’t go
No no no, don’t go…
ha ha ha
dont go
ha ha ha awh
no dont let me go
dont go

Ry Cooder, Go Home Girl

LYRICS

Well, me and Frank we’re the best of friends
And our friendship will never end
But it would hurt him so for him to know
That I’m in love with his girlfriend

Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend
Are two things you can’t compare
Though my heart will ache I will let it break
‘Cause I know that it just ain’t fair
So go on home girl, let’s call it a night
You better go home girl, this just ain’t right

But before you go I want you to know
That I love you, yes I do
And though it breaks my heart for us to part
Still I know Frank loves you too

Well, you say that a we can make him see
We have a love that’s really real
But I think that he is just like me
And I don’t know just how he’d feel

Darling, people know it would hurt him so
If you told him that it must end
And I could never hold the love I stole
From a man I call my best friend

Go on home girl, you better go home, girl
Go on home, you better move on

Me and Frank been friends for so long
And our friendship is really strong
He gives me his car to go for a ride
Never knows how long I’ll be gone

Well, I’m trying to forget all the things that we’ve done
While Frank is just a-waiting back home
Girl you can’t go ride with me anymore
That’s the way it’s got to be from now on

Go on home!
Uhn, hun. Better go home, girl
Uhn, hun. Now you better move on, girl
Uhn, hun. Better go home, girl
Uhn, hun. You better move on, girl

SOTN Marooned (on a desert Island) by Pink Floyd