..what it feels like as a girl in this world?
Play it full volume
Batuka
Play it more than full volume
Do you know what helped me through rush hour traffic and going to Brighton to pay in cheques today....THIS (as above)?
So.... I took the tune from Batuka.
I used my own lyrics in order to calm myself through asshole drivers and the chaos of the navigation of road traffic.
It's a long way...sing Hallelujah, sing hallelujah, I said Amen, it's a long way...yes, it's a long way..To the tune of Batuka
You're an asshole, for driving like an ass,
I want a parking space, so sing hallelujah,
If you are rude to me, I don't give a f***
Go **** yourself
We can light up the dark
Instant Karma
So sing hallelujah
If you dare be an asshole....
....To me
I don't care....
I still smile
A country girl
I see through all of your ****.
And you think I did not see
I notice, everything..
I'll take your lies...I'll give you more rope
To hang yourself
Sing Hallelujah
I've had enough of assholes
I no longer care
I'm a single girl
And I love myself
If you treat me like a c***
Sing Hallelujah
Cos I don't care
Karma, Karma
Sing Hallelujah
Sometimes I despair
Sometimes I have hope
Karma
It's coming after...you
I love my life
Like me or hate me
Don't give a ****
Lord have mercy
Love me or leave me
Really don't care
I do me.....always and forever....
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
In this world?
Things have got to change
Cos it's a long way
Cos it's a long day
I was up all night
I said a little prayer
Get that old man
Put him in a chair
Where he can't hurt us
Say Amen
And I'm the crazy one, huh?
And now I sing
Hallelujah
I sing wherever I go...and you look at me
...huh? Why is she singing?
....cos I no longer care...
how I look, how I seem, what you think
No
I really do not care
I only care about me
My happiness
If you steal my joy
Or try to
I'm singing my own song
...because it is mine
....you have no relevance in my decisions
....I know who I am
I know what I'm not
...God knows what I am
Do you know who you are?
I just want Peace, peace, peace, peace...
And I made my own lyrics to combat all of the selfish asshole people on the road today, and in life in general.
In short, I sang my way through the day. Best stress combat.
I sing most of the day, to cope with daily stress. If anyone behaves like an asshole, I simply sing. Expletives, made up verses. I smile as I sing. It's the only way I can cope. Any asshole on the road, as I go... I just smile and sing..it fucks people off...'How come she's so happy?'
'Cos I choose not to be affected by your asshole behaviour. When you sing, you smile it takes you elsewhere. Above. You rise above.
So, tonight I broke my own rules (bed at nightfall, rise at sunrise) and went out for the evening... because I can... and had the best evening. Vodka...smoked halloumi and great company...Friday tomorrow (my weekend starts Friday - Frig day, Freya's day) I just don't do Fridays.
I met my Thai/Chinese friend on the field, she wanted me to dog sit, and has invited me to her choir...WTF not? Yes. I'll go...since I sing all days, everyday...to keep up my vibe...and combat assholes.
Sometimes...the crazy world drives you so close to the edge...that there is nothing more to do than smile and sing - and dance. It rises you above. Truth. It doesn't matter who gets you or not...not everyone likes Marmite : )
The thing that hurt the most was that I wasn't lost.
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