Monday Lyrics Blogging
Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy, Jr. His father was a drinker And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's T-shirts When the swingset hit his head The neighbors they adored him For his humor and his conversation Look underneath the house there Find the few living things Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead Twenty-seven people, even more They were boys with their cars, summer jobs Oh my God Are you one of them? He dressed up like a clown for them With his face paint white and red And on his best behavior In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all He'd kill ten thousand people With a sleight of his hand Running far, running fast to the dead He took off all their clothes for them He put a cloth on their lips Quiet hands, quiet kiss On the mouth And in my best behavior I am really just like him Look beneath the floorboards For the secrets I have hid |
Comments on "Monday Lyrics Blogging"
th spookiest, freakiest song i completely love ever!
and i didn't get to catch the CCM movie. just too tired. but i think i'll netflix it tonight.
hey, it's been a week since you posted.
are you ok? are you aware today's a national holiday? did john wayne gacy, jr. get to you?
Yeah, all is fine. Thanks for checking. I just haven't been motivated to post anything as of late. I fended off the John Wayne Gacy hit squad quite successfully.
I will say that he has been doing all sorts of lovely good husband things:
Wasp Jerky:
Cleaned the entire apartment
Took me out to dinner
Held me when crying about our kitty dying.
Took me to look at getting a new kitty.
Asked me non stop "Do you trust Severus Snape?"
awwwwww... dito!