3:12AM - I laugh!
My extistence to some people remains a mystery. I never express myself.. I fear rejection. Then when I express an ounce, I get NOTHING. Am I that bad of a person or even that ugly? I really don't understand, do you? I think I am doomed for all eternity. FUCK YOU! YES YOU! And I say that with a smile. Rock on.
I've deleted and edited a few times. I am trying to say things that I don't know how to say out loud. I fumble my words when it comes to giving it an appearance. Grrr... this frustrates me. Where is the liquid courage when I need it?
Damn this intoxication, it won't leave me alone.
Sometimes I wander lost but still manage find direction to something wonderful.
... AND I RAN, ran SO FAR AWAY.
They way my life works... I say the wrong things at the wrong time or I don't say anything at all, when I should.
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HERstory - Week 4
Billie "Lady Day" Holiday
April 7, 1915 - July 17, 1959
A musical LEGEND. Billie Holiday remains (four decades after her death) the most famous of all jazz singers.
All I have to say is, HOW FUCKED UP IS THIS??? In 1959, in the sad final chapter of her life she was placed under arrest for heroin possession while on her deathbed!
That's all. Do I need to explain more??
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Billie Holiday - You Go to my Head (something about the lyrics)
You go to my head
You linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round
In my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile
That makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
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My extistence to some people remains a mystery. I never express myself.. I fear rejection. Then when I express an ounce, I get NOTHING. Am I that bad of a person or even that ugly? I really don't understand, do you? I think I am doomed for all eternity. FUCK YOU! YES YOU! And I say that with a smile. Rock on.
I've deleted and edited a few times. I am trying to say things that I don't know how to say out loud. I fumble my words when it comes to giving it an appearance. Grrr... this frustrates me. Where is the liquid courage when I need it?
Damn this intoxication, it won't leave me alone.
Sometimes I wander lost but still manage find direction to something wonderful.
... AND I RAN, ran SO FAR AWAY.
They way my life works... I say the wrong things at the wrong time or I don't say anything at all, when I should.
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HERstory - Week 4
Billie "Lady Day" Holiday
April 7, 1915 - July 17, 1959
A musical LEGEND. Billie Holiday remains (four decades after her death) the most famous of all jazz singers.
All I have to say is, HOW FUCKED UP IS THIS??? In 1959, in the sad final chapter of her life she was placed under arrest for heroin possession while on her deathbed!
That's all. Do I need to explain more??
********************************************************************
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Billie Holiday - You Go to my Head (something about the lyrics)
You go to my head
You linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round
In my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile
That makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
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just start saying what you know you need to say, it will get easier and easier.
K