Yvonne Whitney Nelson

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Another Tuesday Triple Play

In Opinion, Poetry, Songs on May 13, 2014 at 9:57 am

Here we go again. The Tuesday Triple Play has been fun to explore some of my favorite topics/activities.

My hike this week is Wild Rose Trail in North Salt Lake. This is a great hike during the the Winter, Spring, and Fall, but is too exposed and gets too hot during the Summer. This trail makes a nice loop which takes you to views of the Great Salt Lake, City Creek, and Salt Lake City. It is very easy, but very enjoyable.

This week the movie is Shocker. A great movie powered by a great soundtrack. The movie is about a mass murderer, Horace Pinker, being executed by the electric chair. Before this Pinker performs a voodoo ritual which allows him to come back as an energy entity. This movie has awesome heavy metal music throughout including Megadeth covering Alice Cooper’s “No More Mr. Nice Guy.” I wish this movie would have made more money, because I really would have enjoyed seeing Pinker become a horror icon. He was that spectacular of a character.

This week, the song I chose is The Price by Twisted Sister. I like songs about sacrifice for success. Anytime I give time, effort, blood for something that is important, I reflect on this song. While it is slower than most of the songs I enjoy, this takes me to a place where I feel the pain of what I feel Dee is trying to get across.

 

How long I have wanted
This dream to come true
And as it approaches
I can’t believe I’m through
I’ve tried,
Oh, how I’ve tried
For a life, yes a life
I thought I knew

Oh it’s the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it’s worth it to carry on
’cause it’s a game we gotta lose,
Though it’s a life we gotta choose
And the price is our own life until it’s done

Time seems to have frozen,
But the mind can be fooled
As the days pass i discover
Destiny just can’t be ruled
Hard times,
Oh hard times,
For the prize, yes the prize,
I thought i knew

Oh it’s the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it’s worth it to carry on
’cause it’s a game we gotta lose,
Though it’s a life we gotta choose
And the price is our own life until it’s done

Oh it’s the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it’s worth it to carry on
’cause it’s a game we gotta lose,
Though it’s a life we gotta choose
And the price is our own life until it’s done

Oh it’s the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it’s worth it to carry on
’cause it’s a game we gotta lose,
Though it’s a life we gotta choose
And the price is our own life until it’s done

Theme Songs

In Poetry, Songs on July 9, 2012 at 8:35 pm
A few years ago I dated a guy who used to enjoy watching wrestling. I never got into it, but I enjoyed that the wrestlers would have theme songs that they would enter the arena with. I thought about what my theme song would be. I have created two versions one from an ex-lover and one from me. Think of these as having strong metal vocals, guitar, and drums. Now keep in mind this is more persona instead of who I really am. My preference is the ex’s version, but I wanted one for me to sing, so I did both.
   
You’re my horror story. I’m your horror story.
My worst dream come true. Your worst dream come true.
You’re my horror story. I’m your horror story.
I hate everything about you. I love everything that I do.
   
There was a time you were my love. You used to think we were in love.
You were all that I dreamed of. I shot you down like a dove.
Heart-broken, it’s tough to move on. I am happy you are gone.
It even hurts now that you’re gone. Now I rejoice til dawn.
   
You’re my horror story. I’m your horror story.
My worst dream come true. Your worst dream come true.
You’re my horror story. I’m your horror story.
I hate everything about you. I love everything that I do.
   
Wounded forever from your cold embrace. Your damaged soul leaves a trace.
You treated me like a disgrace. I still would love to smack your face.
I will never be the same again. The ridding of you brought me Zen.
You are poison to all men. You will never achieve such pleasure again.
   
You’re my horror story. I’m your horror story.
My worst dream come true. Your worst dream come true.
You’re my horror story. I’m your horror story.
I hate everything, hate everything, I hate everything about you. I love everything that I do.