Free like wind - Alek Gauthier

Google Where Ring Around the Rosie Is from, what it is, and laugh at yourself singing it. Duckity Duck Duck Goose 

Ring Around The Neck

Windows 11 wont let windows 10 use PIN and well now one of my PC is stuck at start. What's more, well cant get to safe mode or revert. Fuck ya'll. Lucky I know shit tons about the PC. Lil ass shit holes and your system user manager can eat my digital daggers bruh.

Windows 10 Bitlocker

Windows 10 Bitlocker (Yeah I made it in like 2 Seconds Sue me)

I was born to a woman who was pretty, and I was pretty too. 
Pretty didn't mean what you might think. 
It's also not all fun too. 
Pretty means you are loved for looks
and hated for brains

people stunned when you don't line up with 
the image they imagined, some sour result of fake fame 

But I was born to a woman who was pretty and well 
I am pretty too. 
She used her pretty to dig gold then grow old and through tar she lost her soul. 
Now I'm left pretty, and know what a weapon it could be. 
But man, I've also been Two hundred and ninety pounds too. 
No one is perfect see? 

I have stretchmarks, and they are no longer red, little silver lines, with saggy skin I dread. 

Wear a bathing suit? Yeah right dream on, If im wearing a bathing suit, the worlds ended, sound an alarm. 

But people question they dig and poke
why no swim suit
your body's the best 
we would never joke

and then I want too 
of course it would be nice
but its also so revealing it gives me nightmares at night

I was born to a pretty woman 
and i am pretty too
but im marked with the stories of life
been ruined by peoples words
and I'm just happy in my jeans and boots. 

Dressing up for others, was a desperate grab, just trying so hard to get the attention from one, that all the others I didn't want would give me

attention I never had

Dressing up for yourself 
Is fun beyond doubt
until you gain weight and want to puke on the cloths you laid out 

Performance wise, I want to be able to move, I want to be resting weight human

I want to be light but not thin and well there it is
why did i want that at all? 

This songs complicated and simple at the same time
I was born pretty
(but) to me
but I'm ugly inside

Pretty Too

Born Pretty

orange county scars

Digital Rain

My father who adopted me from a horrible life, was my life’s savoior and he died shortly after. Not before teaching me to be strong, and that it requires balance and an open mind. I’ll die some day and until then I shall be crying tears of diamonds as his memory is my treasure.

Tears of Treasure

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Dealin' From The Bottom Of The Deck
Gary B.B. Coleman
From the Album Romance Without Finance Is A Nuisance
July 1, 1991
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Label: Ichiban Records
Copyright: ℗© 2006 Ichiban Records
Duration: 8:48 minutes
Genres:Blues, Electric Blues Guitar
Blues, Modern Blues


Gary B.B. Coleman
Coleman was born in Paris, Texas. He was working alongside Freddie King by the age of 15. He later supported Lightnin' Hopkins in concert and went on to form his own group. At this time he started simultaneously booking acts into nightclubs across three states, Texas, Oklahoma, and Colorado. This dual lifestyle in the Southwest continued for nearly twenty years. In 1985, he created his own independent record label, Mr. B's Records, and issued a single, "One Eyed Woman", and his debut album, Nothin' but the Blues, the following year. The album proved to be popular. Ichiban Records signed Coleman to a recording contract and duly re-released Nothin' but the Blues on its label in 1987.

If You Can Beat Me Rockin' (1988) followed, and in the same year Coleman's duties with Ichiban expanded to include record production for other acts, songwriting, and acting as an A&R scout. He released six more albums up to 1992 and was responsible for production duties on albums by Blues Boy Willie, Chick Willis, Little Johnny Taylor, and Buster Benton (Money's the Name of the Game, 1989).

He continued to write material for others and sometimes played guitar and keyboards on their records. His own albums featured Songs he wrote, such as "I Fell in Love on a One Night Stand" and "If You Can Beat Me Rockin' (You Can Have My Chair)".

Coleman continued to combine various roles successfully until his early death, in 1994

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Gary B.B. Coleman - Dealin From The Bottom Of The Deck

Na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me (come take a walk with me) Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy (were you a lonely boy)
Were you a lonely boy (were you a lonely boy) How can you say No child is left behind We're not dumb and we're not blind (we're not blind) They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye Let me tell you bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night How do you walk with your head held high Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me Would you

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