Music Monday: Zac Brown Edition (again)

OMG, I love him.

I loved “Toes,” which is about summer and beaches and love.

So, naturally, I love this song. Which is about cold and snow and sadness.


Music Monday – Callback edition

Ok, so I didn’t ACTUALLY get a callback.

I haven’t heard anything yet.

And if I do get a callback, I’m sure I would be asked to sing a song from the show I tried out for.

Blah blah blah.

But I already picked another song to sing, on the off chance they let me pick again.

I don’t like this musical too much. It’s really weird, in my opinion. But I haven’t seen a fantastic version either. So, who knows?

But this song has not only been stuck in my head for the past couple days, I think I sound kinda pretty when singing it.

In the musical itself, it’s a little bit depressing. But when it is not in context, it’s just another fun song.

I love it.

Take it away, Liza.


Music Monday – Christmas edition

I forget every year how much I love these lyrics. I lol whenever I hear the song.

Best: Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk Mr. Grinch!

You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
And as charming as an eel,
Mr. Grinch!
You’re a bad banana,
With a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch!
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You’ve got garlic in your soul,
Mr. Grinch!
I wouldn’t touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile,
Mr. Grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch!
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
“Stink, stank, stunk!”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You’re the king of sinful sots!
Your heart’s a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,
Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You’re a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!