Remedy Song Lyrics Quotes

I’d forgotten to keep blasting a song in my mind. I remedied my mistake, but the lyrics to “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me” seemed too close to home at the mo-ment. “Culture Club?” Now his mouth curled downward. “And you accuse me of practicing cruel and unusual punishment.

Because there aren’t thousands of books and poems and movies out there to describe exactly what I’m feeling, or lyrically beautiful songs for me to cry to and sing along with in the car. There’s no guidebook on how to survive this kind of fallout, no prescribed remedy to soothe this particular kind of pain. Romantic breakups are romanticized constantly, talked about everywhere by everyone, but platonic breakups are swept to the side, suffered in secret, as if they’re somehow less important.

Projectors are like hymn books, except they are an average of 123,400 percent more expensive. They are used to help humans follow along with the music because their memories are very poor. The only thing worse than a human’s memory is his attention span, which the projector remedies by adding flashing lights and pictures of clouds to the worship lyrics. It’s odd that they even need this, considering the song that morning consisted of a single line sung forty-eight times. Humans are such limited creatures.

I’d forgotten to keep blasting a song in my mind. I remedied my mistake, but the lyrics to “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me” seemed too close to home at the mo-ment.

If chance assign’d Were to my mind By very kind Of destiny, Yet would I crave Nought else to have But life and liberty. Then were I sure I might endure The displeasure Of cruelty: Where now I plain, Alas, in vain, Lacking my life for liberty. For without the one The other is gone, Ad there can none It remedy: If the one be past The other doth waste, And all for lack of liberty. And so I drive, As yet alive, Although I strive With misery: Drawing my breath, Looking for death And loss of life for liberty. But thou that still Mayst at thy will Turn all this ill Adversity: For the repair Of my welfare Grant me but life and liberty. And if not so, Then let all go To wretched woe, And let me die: For the one or the other, There is none other: My death, or life with liberty. - Poem XLI from "Songs and Lyrics

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya Song by Dr. John Lyrics They call me, Dr. John, The Night Tripper Got my sizzling Gris-Gris in my hand Day trippin' up, back down by you I'm the last of the best They call me the Gris-Gris man Got many clients Come from miles around Running down my prescription I got my medicine, to cure all your ills I got remedies of every description