Thread of Woe
Thread of Woe
nomdeplume
Broadway Legend Joined: 6/20/05
#1Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/6/11 at 3:45pm
"Oh, she may be weary
Young girls they do get weary
Wearing the same old, same old dress"
Please feel free to include your tale of woe here.
nomdeplume
Broadway Legend Joined: 6/20/05
#2Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/7/11 at 12:47pm
"Oh, take my word the mockingbird will sing
His saddest, saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right...
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing leave you
Singing, o' the blues in the night"
#2Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/7/11 at 3:03pm
"My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again...
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon
oh i'm never speaking up again
i'm never speaking up again
i'm never speaking up again
Starting now, starting now..."
nomdeplume
Broadway Legend Joined: 6/20/05
#3Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/13/11 at 4:04pm
The lyrics to that are surely woeful, and haven't we all been there... I watched a vid online of him singing it but could hardly understand him as he seems to swallow his singing voice in that offbeat style. Didn't stop his enthusiastic fans, they were singing all the lyrics by heart!
A bit more woe...
"Ain't no use a listenin'
For his tired footsteps
Climbin' up the stairs
Old man sorrow's
Come to keep me company
Whisperin' beside me
When I say my prayers"
#4Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/14/11 at 6:23am
When god f**ks you in the butt
F**k god right back in the c**t
nomdeplume
Broadway Legend Joined: 6/20/05
#5Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/14/11 at 11:38am
Ah yes, that Africana, pre-Mormonesque style of woe.
Here's some New Yorky type woe:
"I'm worn out and weary
I ain't no machine
My head hurts
My feet hurts
And everything in between
...
I'm tired of doing
Those deadbeats and pikers
And having to
Lower the price
I'm tired of spending
Those weekends at Rikers
You never meet
Anyone nice"
#6Thread of Woe
Posted: 6/14/11 at 7:08pm
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
nomdeplume
Broadway Legend Joined: 6/20/05
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