Helloween: A Tale That Wasn't Right

A great power ballad from Helloween. This classic metal band is so underrated. I love their style!

~DJ Wanda~

The Misunderstood: Keep On Runnin'

I've Run Away to Join The Fairies

Lyrics:

I've run away to join the fairies
This mortal world has lost its charms
I'll be a flower for their garden
Never to hold you in my arms

They will enchant me and enslave me
And make of me their fool for fun
Upon my head they'll place an ass head
More or less as you've always done

I loved you like I was your baby
Although you couldn't even fly
And though you held no eldritch secrets
All too enthralled to you was I

In yonder forest grows a toadstool
To make the mind of man grow small
They will mistake me for their changeling
I wasn't human after all

A to Z Blogging Challenge: S is for Sad Songs

 

A to Z Blogging Challenge:

S is for Sad Songs

by

DJ Tempest

 

Sad songs: pretty much without exception we've all hummed them. We've sung them in the shower as tears ran down our face (well, at least I have.) We've belted 'em out while driving along a back road, half thinking of running over the one who made us feel this way and half wishing we could be back with them no matter how horrible they were to us.

This song by Portuguese musician David Fonseca is the quintessential sad song. He sings about wasting love on someone who can't love him back, advises himself not to waste his tears. And yet it can't be helped. The song must be sung--sometimes many times over--before the healing can begin.

 

If you must sing a sad song, may it help you heal.

 

Peace,

DJ Tempest

How I Was Almost Special

First, read this article. Then read about how I was "almost special." He didn't get away--I threw him back. He wasn't worth of the love I had to give.

I almost let him back into my life. He broke my heart 25 years ago. Came back saying he was clean now, a changed man, ready to make a fresh start. If by clean he meant only doing coke once a day instead of four times, I guess he was. He was estranged from his two oldest sons, had a tenacious relationship with his twenty year old son, and my heart broke for his ten year old. His second ex wife (a woman whom I like, and who had taken him back once herself) wouldn't let him see the boy alone, and I don't blame her. She would only let him visit with his father if one of his older brothers was with him. His first wife (whom I also know and like) wanted as little to do with him as possible. 

He is charming as hell, probably a sociopath, and so adept at playing the hurt little boy. But when I found out he was still doing coke, I told him I couldn't be more than a friend. He ended up with a fellow druggie, a woman 20 years his junior. (He's 56 years old, still acting like an irresponsible teenager.) He doesn't look or act like a bad boy, he has the face of an angel and this "aw shucks" Southern boy manner that could charm the socks off the hardest case (like me.) 

Yeah, my heart broke. I'm not going to lie and say it didn't. This all went down a couple months ago and I've just now been able to start going to sleep without crying or wishing he was there beside me. But I realize now that I don't miss him. I sure didn't need the drama in my life that he would have brought. I miss who he appeared to be. Being with him would have strained my relationship with my own adult son, a young man with a gift for understatement, who said to me, "Mom, let's put it this way. Someone--we both know who I mean--tends to make really, really bad decisions."  So for the sake of my son and my animals, if not for myself, I couldn't let this man be close to me. Even though he wouldn't physically hurt them--he's never been prone to physical violence--the kinds of people he'd be bringing around might. I couldn't risk that.

I've decided that I'm going to spend my life solo--just me and my family and my animals. The few minutes of fake affection aren't worth months and years of pain. I've got my own problems, and the men I tend to attract and be attracted to are just no good. But this guy was the worst of them. He did it to me 25 years ago and he almost did it to me again. I'm glad I got out before fully becoming one of the "special" ones.

Peace,

Tempest

Dear Lying Cheating Womanizing Slut Muffin

A leopard doesn't change its spots and most of the time a slut doesn't learn to keep his/her pants up. Sometimes good people get tricked because we want to believe they've changed. They probably haven't. He's still a slut, and I'm the idiot who gets my heart broken. 

Like my dear old grandma once said "Judas Priest, don't these fool men ever learn?"

She said this when the first guy she'd dated since her husband passed away almost 30 years ago tried to maul her after they'd had dinner.

No, Gram, some of them never learn. I thought my heartbreak must have learned, being as he's nearly 60 years old now. 

(Course you might think the stupid 50 year old woman would know better by now than to trust so easily.)

Never going to get fooled again. I'll spend the rest of my life without. It's easier on the heart.

Death on Two Legs

Some people really just need this song dedicated to them.

You fucked me over, you fucked a lot of people over, but Karma will get you. And when it does, I'll laugh. 

You think you're all that, but you're not.

You could have been special, but you chose to be a sleaze instead.

Your loss, Baby.

I wish I'd never fallen for you. Made the same mistake years ago, but never again. I still hurt, but I'm getting over you. And I won't make the same mistake a third time.

Sayonara, and kiss my ass.

What Love Feels Like

Yeah--so fuck that shit.

Unless its Crocodile Tears

Then there's the crocodile tears cried by dudes afraid of losing Old Reliable when they get caught cheating. They don't want to have to go through divorce court. They want to have their cake and eat it too. Fuckers!

Yeah, I was with one of those. Nobody will ever have the chance to do that to me again.

Beautiful Child

Tempest, forever unrequited.

Not in the Top 10 Pet Names

Nope

 

Ain't worked yet. I'm just not putting myself out there to make any more mistakes. I'd rather be alone and relatively content than miserable with the wrong guy.

The Sad Cycle

What We Deserve but Don't Get

And my lesbian friends deserve a woman who treats them like this, and my gay dude friends deserve a guy that treats them like this!

It's too bad we can't all find love. I suppose I didn't because I'm not pretty in the conventional way. I'm too heavy for societal standards, and now I'm old. 

I wish there really were someone for everyone. But I'll take my writing over a bad relationship any day.

 

Yeah, that's what happened to me too