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Do more than survive

I love Amanda “fucking” Palmer.

I love The Dresden Dolls.

This is another song my neighbours are forced to hear me scream at dinner time.

I liked it before but I like it more so now.

So you don’t wanna hear about my good song?
You don’t wanna hear about how I am getting on
With all the things that I can get done
The sun is in the sky and I am by my lonesome
So you don’t wanna hear about my good day?
You have better things to do than to hear me say
God, it’s been a lovely day, everything’s been going my way
I took out the trash today and I’m on fire
So you don’t wanna hear about my good friends
You don’t have the guts to take the truth or consequence
Success is in the eye of the beholder
And it’s looking even better over your cold shoulder
I’m not suggesting you get to line me up for questioning
But Jesus think about the bridges you are burning and I’m betting
That even though you knew it from the start
You’d rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart
So go ahead and talk about your bad day
I want all the details of the pain and misery
That you are inflicting on the others
I consider them my sisters and I want their numbers
God, it’s been a lovely day, everything’s been going my way
I took up croquet today, I’m on fire
I picked up the pieces of my broken ego
I have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
But I’d love to have you up to see the place

I’d like to do more than survive, I’d like to rub it in your face

Whoa!

Hey, it’s been a lovely day, everything is going my way
I had so much fun today and I’m on fire
God, it’s been a lovely day every thing’s been going my way
Ever since you went away, hey, I’m on fire
I’m on fire, I’m on fire, I’m on
I’m on fire, I’m on fire
I’m on fire, I’m on
So you don’t wanna hear about my good day?
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23 thoughts on “Do more than survive”

    1. I know right! The only real power couple! God I love them…
      I was at one of her things once and I was standing in the bowels of the amphitheatre, next to an emergency exit door, clutching the thing I had made for her (cause I am that much of a nerd lol) when the emergency door opened next to me… and it was him… and we just stared at each other… both just as shocked…
      It was like seeing an angel. Then I just pulled my note book(cause I carry a notebook with me every fucking where) out of my purse and held it out in front of me… it was black and said “fucking brilliant” on the cover…. I gave it to him and stammered, ” I… I’m a writer.” He said, all British like “oh, good.” And took the proferred book, pulled a fucking fountain pen with burgundy ink out of his jacket pocket (like a fucking boss!) And signed my book “just keep writing”

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  1. Breathe sighs… love the love and love your passion! Music is like the best dose of life one can get without leaving it because it is a forking wonderful drug. (*blasts musical kisses to her friend*).

    Hugs lovely!

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