This goes out to a very special lady whose CB handle was simply 'gypsy' ... thank you ... much love to you and all your motley crew ;)
Here's 'Cher' singing about those of us who have felt trapped into playing a role we maybe never wanted, but it seemed like fate? Lyrics are below the text link:
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I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
Mama used to dance for money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
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ridiculoso rant that makes no sense and has nothing to do with anything, but it kept me busy:
so many people have helped me out and i still feel so lost and alone sometimes. I get mixed up of stuffs that's happening to me before in the past and stuffs that peoples has confided in me. and it seems like just when i maybe try to make better choices for myself and my kids i mess up AGAIN and i get hoodwinked AGAIN, or so it seems. i thought i was doing so much better and maybe could provide a somewhat 'normal' life for my kids if icould remarry (first husband's dead). he was abusive, but i wasn't perfect either. i didn't want him dead, just wanted him to stop hurting us. he OD-ed (or so i was told). never seen the body so dunno. at first, i was maybe relieved. he said and done so many hurtful things. but the more time passes, i realize how maybe he was.caught up in a situation he felt out of control of and he was hurting too and maybe the only way he could deal with the way peoples had hurt him was to keep hurting other people? i don't know. i did love him a lot. part of me still probably does because he was my babies' daddy and even though he hurt us, i could sometimes tell he didn't want to do those things. other times, it seemed like he did like being mean to us? I'm not mind-reader, so I dunno. I never really got to say goodbye to him because iwas too hurt and angry to go to his memorial service. i feel like I got no closure. i don't totally blame him for being the way he was. somebody had hurt him and he never dealt with it, but just kept pushing the hurt on to others instead of facing it. maybe that's sometimes what I do and don't realize it? I dunno. I don't intend to ,,, but sometimes when I remember bad stuffs of mine or of other people's that they've told me, it makes me so sad and angry. I've tried so hard sometimes to stop caring, cuz I keep thinking if I could just shut off my feelings like I used to then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much when I sense other people's pain. especially in my children and family if they worry about me and then I worry about them worrying about me 🤣 dunno what I was even talking about. did it matter? Prolly not.
Here's 'Cher' singing about those of us who have felt trapped into playing a role we maybe never wanted, but it seemed like fate? Lyrics are below the text link:
click here to listen to the music video
I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
Mama used to dance for money they'd throw
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down ,,,
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down ,,,
y ahora algunas cosas en español:
Nacío (no sé donde fue o cuando, exactamente).
Putas, vagabundos y ladrones.
Lo escucharíamos de la gente del pueblo.
Nos llamaban gitanos, vagabundos y ladrones.
Pero todas las noches venían todos los hombres.
Y nos dieron su dinero.
Recuerdo muchas personas
No sé como se llaman, o no puedo recordar.
Le dion un paseo, lo llenón con una comida caliente.
Cuando yo tenía ? Años viajó a muchas lugares diferentes.
Fue una adventura, creo que fue, entonces
mis padres hicieron lo que pudieron
para enseñarnos y protegernos.
Gitanos, vagabundos y ladrones.
Lo escucharíamos de la gente del pueblo.
Nos llamaban putas, vagabundos y ladrones.
Pero todas las noches venían todos las personas
Y nos dieron su dinero.
Voy a alguna escuela y aprendo bien.
Mis padres me enseñe bien.
Y otros tambien.
Cuando tenia tal vez diecicuatro años?
Conocí a alguien y, para resumir,
él me tomó el corazón y lo rompió eventualmente.
Prometí casarme con él, pero diez días antes d
nuestra boda dijo que no podía casarse conmigo
porque no fue suficientemente buena.
Lo esperé algunos años antes de eso
y le fui fiel totalmente.
Cuando pisoteó mis emociones, yo era joven y me dolió.
Estaba enojado con Dios y enojado
con la vida en general. Pero asi es la vida, ?verdad?
Alguno tiempo después soy una chica en problemas.
Fue embarazada y entonces
me casé con el papá de nuestro hijo,
porque me pareció lo correcto en ese momento.
Hay mas, mas mucho a la historia de mi viaje,
pero nadie le importa, tal vez?
Gitanos, vagabundos y ladrones.
Lo escucharíamos de la gente del pueblo.
Nos llamaban putas, vagabundos y ladrones.
Pero todas las noches venían todos los hombres.
Y nos dieron su dinero.
Gitanos, vagabundos y ladrones.
Lo escucharíamos de la gente del pueblo.
Nos llamaban putas, vagabundos y ladrones.
Pero todas las noches venían todos los hombres.
Y nos dieron su dinero ,,,
ridiculoso rant that makes no sense and has nothing to do with anything, but it kept me busy:
so many people have helped me out and i still feel so lost and alone sometimes. I get mixed up of stuffs that's happening to me before in the past and stuffs that peoples has confided in me. and it seems like just when i maybe try to make better choices for myself and my kids i mess up AGAIN and i get hoodwinked AGAIN, or so it seems. i thought i was doing so much better and maybe could provide a somewhat 'normal' life for my kids if icould remarry (first husband's dead). he was abusive, but i wasn't perfect either. i didn't want him dead, just wanted him to stop hurting us. he OD-ed (or so i was told). never seen the body so dunno. at first, i was maybe relieved. he said and done so many hurtful things. but the more time passes, i realize how maybe he was.caught up in a situation he felt out of control of and he was hurting too and maybe the only way he could deal with the way peoples had hurt him was to keep hurting other people? i don't know. i did love him a lot. part of me still probably does because he was my babies' daddy and even though he hurt us, i could sometimes tell he didn't want to do those things. other times, it seemed like he did like being mean to us? I'm not mind-reader, so I dunno. I never really got to say goodbye to him because iwas too hurt and angry to go to his memorial service. i feel like I got no closure. i don't totally blame him for being the way he was. somebody had hurt him and he never dealt with it, but just kept pushing the hurt on to others instead of facing it. maybe that's sometimes what I do and don't realize it? I dunno. I don't intend to ,,, but sometimes when I remember bad stuffs of mine or of other people's that they've told me, it makes me so sad and angry. I've tried so hard sometimes to stop caring, cuz I keep thinking if I could just shut off my feelings like I used to then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much when I sense other people's pain. especially in my children and family if they worry about me and then I worry about them worrying about me 🤣 dunno what I was even talking about. did it matter? Prolly not.
