what is your favorite songs and their lyrics
Brothers Osborne - Skeletons
I heard you been creeping round
'Bout the time that sun goes down
You been talking in your sleep and
It's been going on for weeks and I been
Solving puzzle pieces
High time to come to Jesus
You got skeletons in your closet
It's written all over your face
Every little lie stacked so high
Can't keep your story straight
I don't know oh oh
How they got there, it's getting under my skin
You got skeletons in your closet
And I got bones to pick with them, oh
I was born in the morning
But I wasn't born yesterday
Deep into your inventory's
Gonna send me to an early grave
You got skeletons in your closet
It's written all over your face
Every little lie stacked so high
Can't keep your story straight
I don't know oh oh
How they got there, it's getting under my skin
You got skeletons in your closet
And I got bones to pick with them
Yeah, you got skeletons in your closet
It's written all over your face
Every little lie stacked so high
Can't keep your story straight
I don't know oh oh
How they got there, it's getting under my skin
You got skeletons in your closet
And I got bones to pick with
Bones to pick with
Bones to pick with them, hey
Hoo
Rx (Medicate)- Theory of a Deadman
Wake up to a cloudy day
Dark rolls in and it starts to rain
Staring out to the cage-like walls
Time goes by and the shadows crawl
Crushin' Candy Crush-ing pills
Got no job, mom pays my bills
Textin', Nexus, get my feels
Sweatin' bullets, Netflix-chills
World's out there singin' the blues
Twenty more dead on the evening news
Think to myself: "really, what's the use?"
I'm just like you, I was born to lose
Why oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medication's all gone
Why oh why does God hate me?
When all I want's to get high
And forget this so-called life
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)
Can't wait to feel better than I ever will
Attack that s*** like a kid on Benadryl
Chase it down with a hopeful smile
Hate myself, if I can go for miles
They say family is all you need
Someone to trust can help you breathe
Inhale that drug, but you start to choke
You follow the outs of an inside joke
Why oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medication's all gone
Why oh why does God hate me?
Cause I've seen enough of it, heard enough of it, felt enough of it
I've had enough of it
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate
Medicate
Medicate
Medicate
Medicate
Superman is a hero
But only when his mind is clear though
He needs that fix like the rest of us
So he's got no fear when he saves that bus
All the stars in the Hollywood Hills
Snapchat Live while they pop them pills
All those flavors of the rainbow
Too bad that s*** don't work though
Your friends are high right now
Your parents are high right now
That hot chick's high right now
That cop is high right now
The president's high right now
Your priest is high right now
Everyone's high as f*** right now
And no one's ever coming down
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate
Medicate
Medicate
Medicate
Medicate
my second favorite is the legend of wooley swamp
Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods that'd make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl and things that fly and things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, 'cause I never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods
He never did do a lot of harm in the world, but he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him, they all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway, all he cared about was his money
He'd stuff it all down into Mason jars and he'd bury it all around
And on certain nights if the moon was right, he'd dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack and run his fingers through it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man and that's all that there was to it
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, 'cause I never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain
The Cable boys was white trash, they lived over on Carver's Creek
They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat and belligerent when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother said, "Y'all me meet in the Wooley Swamp later
And we'll take old Lucius' money and we'll feed him to the alligators"
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man, then they picked him up off the ground
Then threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed as the black water sucked him down
Then they turned around and went back to the shack, picked up the money and ran
They hadn't gone nowhere when they realized they were running in quicksand
And they struggled and they screamed, but they couldn't get away and just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing in a voice as loud as thunder
That's been fifty years ago and you can go by there yet
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights if the moon is right down by that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming and you can hear one old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods that'd make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl and things that fly, things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, 'cause I never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
Some things in this world you just can't explain
None Like Joshua - Our World
Blood is running down
Dripping on the ground
No escaping our world
Screaming for me now
Savoring the sound
No escaping our world
Crimson red infinity
All drenched in death
Breath life in me
Blood is running down
Painted on the ground
No escaping our world
Yea, it's dark
Die with a smile - bruno mars and lady gaga (fav song of the day)
I,I just woke up from a dream
Where you and I had to say goodbye
And I don't know what it all means
But since I survived, I realized
Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow
Nobody's promised tomorrow
So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night
Like it's the last night
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through
I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
Ooh
Ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream
I don't even wanna do this anymore
'Cause you already know what you mean to me
And our love's the only war worth fighting for
Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow
Nobody's promised tomorrow
So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night
Like it's the last night
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through
I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
Right next to you
Next to you
Right next to you
Oh-oh, oh
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through
I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
Ooh
I'd wanna be next to you
Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
At 7 PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
https://youtu.be/9vST6hVRj2A
Sister Sin- Nickelback
Well, the lady and me both agree some days we just don't get along
But the whiskey and me both agree maybe we're both just better off
Well, the preacher believes I don't need all of these demons hanging on
But we both know if they don't, I'll get lonely, need a few to tag along
Hanging here by a thread
Hear your voice inside my head
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore
Yeah
Well, the wagon I'm in is paper thin
I think one wheel's coming off
Hey sister sin with that grin, where you been?
So kind of you to help me off
Hanging here by a thread
Hear your voice inside my head
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore
Fall from grace, kingdom come
Laying face down in the mud
Please don't hate, Lord don't judge
For I know not just what I've done
Fall from grace, kingdom come
Laying face down in the mud
Please don't hate, Lord don't judge
For I know not just what I've done
Laying face down in the mud
For I know not just what I've done
For I know not just what I've done
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore
I lay beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore