Monthly Archives: January 2015

Our Song

He came over to my place last night
He cooked me my favourite meal
After he said those three little words
He waits for me to say how I feel
When I didn’t say what he wanted
He started following me around
He became like a lost puppy dog
It’s time to take him back to the pound

You were like a moth to a flame
Who got too close and you’re to blame

You’re the melody to my lyrics
But it seems our song has ended
Even though I’m so glad it’s over
I don’t want you to be offended
Last night I said I needed you
And just like magic I am cured
You thought we’d always be together
It seems my tastes have matured

He called me to work out a date
Then he got mad cause I had plans
I told him it was just a girls night
I wanted to spend time with my friends
I don’t know why but he was jealous
He was even starting to turn green
He was so possessive that I said
I need a break can we make it clean

You were like a moth to a flame
Who got too close and you’re to blame

You’re the melody to my lyrics
But it seems our song has ended
Even though I’m so glad it’s over
I don’t want you to be offended
Last night I said I needed you
And just like magic I am cured
You thought we’d always be together
It seems my tastes have matured

I came home from work early one day
I caught him in the act red handed
He was researching our honeymoon
We’re not engaged we barely dated
Enough is enough I threw him out
With him it was just too much too soon
I don’t know when I’ll want a marriage
But I know he won’t be my groom.

You’re the melody to my lyrics
But it seems our song has ended
Even though I’m so glad it’s over
I don’t want you to be offended
Our song is definitely over

Queen

I thought I might talk to you about, what is arguably the greatest band there ever was, Queen. What can one say about Queen? (the band in case you were wondering) Their songs are incredible. They are lyrical geniuses.
Bohemian Rhapsody is a master piece.

Then there’s Freddie Mercury. His connection with the crowd, his vocals, his energy. He draws people in, makes them want to listen.

The clip below is when Queen played at Wembley Stadium 11th of July 1986. They played Radio Ga Ga and he has the entire audience just hanging off his every word.

Let’s not forget the other members of Queen. Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon also played their part. A front man is nothing without his band members. Even after Freddie’s passing Brian May and Roger Taylor went on tour again recently, with the help of Adam Lambert.

I went to their concert and Adam may not be Freddie but he came as close as one could get and put on a great show.

I grew up listening to Queen’s greatest hits album and Bohemian Rhapsody is still a favourite in our house. Whenever it’s on my family and I yell out the lyrics at the top of our lungs. We get out the air guitars and everything.

What can one say about Queen? Only that they are amazing and it’s tragic that Freddie Mercury left us too soon.

Love
Roxanne

A Classic Love Story

I love horror films. All American Psycho is kind of like my own miniature version of a horror movie. Girl meets boy. Girl falls for boy. Boy pretends to be good, hides his true nature. Girl believes boy, until he can’t hide it anymore. Boy kills girl. Classic love story, don’t you think?

This kind of thing hasn’t ever happened to me, I mean obviously since I’m not dead, but it does happen. It’s tragic really, all these girls (or boys) did was fall for the wrong person. Their only fault is being too trusting.

I write about what interests me and because of that, a lot of the time what I write is dark. It’s lyrics like these that I can picture a film clip to go with it. Good looking guy, naive looking girl. The ending, where he kills her, would have to be set at night time. Because apparently, in movie land, no one get killed during the day.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

Love
Roxanne

All American Psycho

I thought I found the one
I thought you were perfect
But I was wrong
You looked like James Dean
A rebel without a cause
Until you found me
I couldn’t see the hate
That was behind your smile
Until it was too late

You’re just an all American psycho
You pretend everything’s fine
You wear a suit and tie
But it’s all a lie
You’re just an all American psycho
I’ve seen your darks side
The one you tried to hide
Now I’m terrified

Pulling on my heart strings
Just like a puppeteer
That was the beginning
But then you tore me down
Grabbed a hold of my arm
And threw me to the ground
I decided to run
You’re not who I thought you were
Then I saw your gun

You’re just an all American psycho
You pretend everything’s fine
And you wear a suit and tie
But it’s all a lie
You’re just an all American psycho
I’ve seen your darks side
The one you tried to hide
Now I’m terrified

With nothing but a look
You had me on your hook
But in the end
It’s my soul you took

You’re just an all American psycho
You pretend everything’s fine
And you wear a suit and tie
But it’s all a lie
You’re just an all American psycho
I’ve seen your darks side
The one you tried to hide
Until the night I died

My Huge Secret

So I feel like you guys don’t really know anything about me, other than I like music. But then who doesn’t. So I’m going to let you in on a big secret of mine. Are you paying attention? Because this is huge, ginormous even. I like to travel.

Phew! It feels so good to get that weight off my chest.

In the last four years I’ve been to different states in Australia – Queensland, Victoria, South Australia and New South Wales, obviously, since I live there.

I’ve been to both Islands of New Zealand, travelling from the top of the North Island, to the bottom of the South Island.

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I spent some time in Hawaii where I saw a turtle while learning to surf. It was the highlight of my trip.

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Last year I travelled through Europe. I island hopped my way around Greece, with a day in Kusadasi.

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I ate all the Italian food I could in Rome and Venice.

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I celebrated Bastille Day in France with the Parisians.

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I was in London for Prince George’s first Birthday.

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But I’m not done. I want to travel to so many other places. Germany, Amsterdam, Ireland, Scotland, the rest of the United States, Spain, Canada, Fiji and the remaining states of Australia. Oh, and I’ll probably go back to Italy because I just love Italian food.

There, now I feel like we know each other a bit better. If you have any other suggestions as to where I should go, let me know. I want to see everything this world has to offer.

Love
Roxanne

The Price Is Your Soul

I’ve always had a thing for the supernatural. I don’t believe in it of course, but I’ve always thought it made for an interesting story.

Crossroad is about a demon that makes deals with people, gives them things that they desire, for a price. Just your soul. Without a soul a person is supposed to go to hell. If you believe in it.

The character in my little lyrical story makes a deal, for what isn’t important because the price was her soul and nothing is worth an eternity in hell. They made the deal ten years ago and that’s how long they had to enjoy their end of the deal before the demon came to collect.

This person tries to fight it but in the end they get dragged to hell. So it has a happy ending. *Sarcasm*

Moral of the story kids, no material object is worth an eternity in hell.

Although, if you made the deal to keep someone from dying, then you’ll probably think it’s worth it…

Love
Roxanne

Crossroad

I feel him when I sleep
See his face at every turn
One mistake is all it takes
For an eternity to burn
Made a deal with the devil
Now he’s coming for me
To drag my soul to hell
To collect his standard fee
I’m counting down the days
Had it tattooed on my skin
For a constant reminder of
The day they call my next of kin

I met him at a crossroad
He offered me a deal
I thought nothing of it
I didn’t think it was real
I met him at a crossroad
On a dark and stormy night
Now he’ll drag my soul to hell
If I don’t put up a fight

Just as the clock strikes twelve
He starts knocking at my door
I guess this is something
I can no longer ignore
The night that I met him
I pretended it was a dream
That the world was the same
As it always had been
But now he’s banging on my door
And he will get inside
I knew I couldn’t run away
But I didn’t get time to hide

I met him at a crossroad
He offered me a deal
I thought nothing of it
I didn’t think it was real
I met him at a crossroad
On a dark and stormy night
Now he’ll drag my soul to hell
If I don’t put up a fight

He whispered to me
Just close your eyes
You won’t feel a thing
But it was all lies
There was a searing pain
As my soul was torn away
That deal we made was
Ten years ago today

I met him at a crossroad
He offered me a deal
I thought nothing of it
I didn’t think it was real
I met him at a crossroad
On a dark and stormy night
Now he’ll drag my soul to hell
I didn’t put up a fight

Obsession

Endless Love is about a stalker killing their obsession and then killing themselves so they could be together forever.

I wrote it non gender specific so that each reader could identify and imagine themselves being the stalker. We all become obsessed about things from time to time so I feel like we are all capable of doing awful things because of our obsession.

Obsessions are kind of like addictions. Drug addicts become obsessed with getting their next fix. The stalker was addicted to its prey and could only think about trying to find a way for them to be together.

My obsession is perfection. I know I’m imperfect, but I can’t let anyone else know. Well, anyone except you reading this. But that’s just between you and me ok. Don’t tell anyone.

Love
Roxanne

Endless Love

I’m getting anxious
And I just can’t wait
I’ll be with you soon
For you are my soul mate
I knew I loved you
From the very first moment
That feeling I felt
I finally knew what home meant
Thinking about the future
And all I see is you
How many kids do you want
Cause I’m thinking two

Our love is one for the ages
An endless love story
To be played out on stages
Just like in Shakespeare
A love like ours never dies
See what I’m getting at here
You are the light
To guide me through life
You are the reason I breathe
Without you I wouldn’t survive

I’ve missed your smile
And that look in your eyes
When I come over
Just for a surprise
It hasn’t all been perfect
Like Romeo and Juliet
But there’s no need to worry
A happy ending we will get
I know you have doubts
But one day you’ll see
We are always and forever
We are meant to be

Our love is one for the ages
An endless love story
To be played out on stages
Just like in Shakespeare
A love like ours never dies
See what I’m getting at here
You are the light
To guide me through life
You are the reason I breathe
Without you I wouldn’t survive

We’ll be together always
Nothing can tear us apart
Not even your death
Since I pierced your heart

Our endless love story
You are the light
To guide me through life
You are the reason I breathe
I’ll meet you in the afterlife

How My Parents Got Together

The Messenger was written based on the story of how my parents got together. My dad was dating this girl and my mum had a thing for him. Then she found this girl was cheating on him. I wrote that she tells my dad about his girlfriend cheating on him because that was how I remembered the story. Apparently I was mistaken and my mum didn’t tell my dad. She was just there to pick up the pieces. I like this story better. It has more tension, more drama. Although they both end the same, with my parents married with three kids.

So that’s the story of how my parents got together.

Wait… I forgot to mention that my dad’s ex was my mum’s friend. I guess that’s why she didn’t mention the cheating thing.

Anyway…

Love
Roxanne