Toot

You think you’re cool and you dress a sharp way, but sexy is selective and conceit a cold grave.  So keep your head and you’ll keep your friends, ‘cause burned bridges are hard to mend.

Chorus

And when you toot your own horn, it’s a big turn off. Rather be humble with a big warm heart.  You can still the Queen of the all-night party, but don’t let pride be your undoin’, ‘cause there aint no one you’ve been foolin’.

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You want it all and that’s a lot, but charm can fade and beauty will rot. So don’t be the one who gets left behind, ‘cause we’re all a victim of Father Time.  

Chorus

And when you toot your own horn, it’s a big turn off. Rather be humble with a big warm heart.  You can still the Queen of the all-night party, but don’t let pride be your undoin’, ‘cause there aint no one you’ve been foolin’.

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So you take what you can, then take even more, but not for the money, but the thrill of what’s in store. But don’t look back, ’cause you might just fall, and don’t laugh too hard, ’cause you may lose it all.

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Go Gold-Digger Go

She knew what she was doin’ each time she stole a heart. But men never saw it comin’, until they fell apart. She was smooth like wine and oh so fine, and they were dumb in love and blind. ‘Cause she was a cougar and men were her game.

 Chorus

So go Gold-digger go. You’re the biggest user I know. You aint in it for a long time or any happy endins’. You’re in it for the sex and whatever sucker’s next. So give it to ’em fast, and take it on the run when sell’n your love to get your twisted fun.

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She’s a twin to misbehavin’, in a house in Hell not Heaven, and when ya get to know her, she aint nice but greedy, and if ya wanna love her, she aint sweet but easy. So don’t be ashamed if she makes ya scream and weep, ’cause it’s in her blood to be a beautiful creep.

 Chorus

 So go Gold-digger go. You’re the biggest user I know. You aint in it for a long time or any happy endins’. You’re in it for the sex and whatever sucker’s next. So give it to ’em fast, and take it on the run when sell’n your love to get your twisted fun.

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Sheep’s Clothin’

Hello all, here’s another original  set of lyrics by yours truly. Enjoy

You can cover your tracks with lies upon lies, but there’s no Hell for you to hide. So take that gun from your head, ‘cause even a bastard like you aint better off dead.

Chorus

‘Cause you’re the Devil in sheep’s clothin’ like Judas was to Christ. Foolin’ those around you with kindness and smiles. Your lies are now bullets with your fate written on them. But not to your chest ‘cause you don’t have a heart, but straight to your ego, and other manly parts.

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With kisses ice cold and eyes like daggers whatever made me think you loved me and I mattered, ‘cause you bring me down instead of up, like my pain brings you joy and you can’t get enough.

 Chorus

 ‘Cause you’re the Devil in sheep’s clothin’ like Judas was to Christ. Foolin’ those around you with kindness and smiles. Your lies are now bullets with your fate written on them. But not to your chest ‘cause you don’t have a heart, but straight to your ego, and other manly parts.

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You think you can trick me into stayin’ your baby, but I’m wiser now and you’re no friend to any lady. So take your crazy ways and shove ‘em up hard, ‘cause living life without you is my new start.

Chorus

‘Cause you’re the Devil in sheep’s clothin’ like Judas was to Christ. Foolin’ those around you with kindness and smiles. Your lies are now bullets with your fate written on them. But not to your chest ‘cause you don’t have a heart, but straight to your ego, and other manly parts.

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Black Hearted Games

You can speak your mind and find a new high. Or hang it all up and kiss your ass goodbye. But you’re old news and no one gives a shit of what you think or do.

 Chorus

 So be your crazy mad and treat me nasty bad, but you can’t bring me down with your lies and bullish ways, ‘cause I will rise above and beat you at your own black hearted games.

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You can cry yourself to sleep and dream dirty thoughts of me. Or beg and plead until your balls turn blue. But no matter what you say or do, my days of fucking you are through.

Chorus

So be your crazy mad and treat me nasty bad, but you can’t bring me down with your lies and bullish ways, ‘cause I will rise above and beat you at your own black hearted games.

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You can grow up and be a man, or be a fool with Russian roulette, but I’ll always be the sweet candy girl and you the mean psycho dude, ‘cause none of me needs any of you.  

Chorus

So be your crazy mad and treat me nasty bad, but you can’t bring me down with your lies and bullish ways, ‘cause I will rise above and beat you at your own black hearted games.

 

 

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Forgotten Children

Hello all, here is my latest set of lyrics. Let me know what you think.

 

They crowd ‘em all in. In one big room with just thin boards between the women and the men. Its wall to wall people every night till dawn. Cryin’ or fightin’ the whole night long.

Chorus

‘Cause they’re the forgotten children of society. The ones who fled, and those needin’ meds. So they take what is offered with smiles and weeps, ‘cause anythin’ is better than livin’ on the street. 

 

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They call them the bad, and the lazy and the lost. Hatin’ them ‘cause they’re a nuisance and a public cost. Some stay ‘cause they like it. For the free room and board. Other’s stay ‘cause they need it, ’cause it’s all they know and have.

Chorus

‘Cause they’re the forgotten children of society. The ones who fled, and those needin’ meds. So they take what is offered with smiles and weeps, ‘cause anythin’ is better than livin’ on the street. 

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It’s how they are. It’s how they’re wired. Losin’ all they got, but their hopes and desires. Some wanna be seen and other’s wanna be heard, so they take a stand and spread the word, while hopin’ Mr. POTUS don’t close the doors. ‘Cause if not for the rich and the workin’ poor, the forgotten children would be no more.

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Twisted Love-12 cases of love gone bad

Hello, I will be awarding two people who comment a free paperback of PDF of one of my 7 books.  Also, I would like to say that I am seeking guest authors for my 4 blogs.

Twisted Love

A true crime anthology

 Can you tell us a little about yourself? I am originally from Ohio, but now call Dallas, Tx home. Besides having 7 novels under my belt, I write alternative/punk rock lyrics and canvas paint. I am a member of The Romance Studio, and Coffee Time romance. I am a current student at MediaTech majoring in Audio Engineering. I believe in family values and following your dreams.

What is your book “Twisted Love” about? It is a biography true crime anthology concerning actual cases from Ohio and surrounding states.

What genres do you write in?  A write fantasy, paranormal, true crime, mystery and poetry.

Is there anything you will never write about? Erotica. It is to naughty.

Is there anything you would tell aspiring writers? Never give up. If you want to be published, you must stay with it.

What was the hardest part of writing “Twisted Love”? Determining how many stories the book should contain, so I would know when to end it.

What do you find fascinating about writing true crime?  The fact that it is real. That someone experienced such horror, and that bad people do exist. It amazes and horrifies me to know that we live in a world of such brutality and evil.

Which is your 7 books is your favorite and why?  That would be Loves, Myths, and Monsters”, because it is so diverse with all the different starring characters, such as the Mothman, the Chupracabra, mermaids, reincarnation, a demonic cellmate, a Quaker love story, werewolves, and a serial killer family from 1873.  This book was so enjoyable and easy to write. I had it completed in 5 months. Some of my books took 2 years to compile.

 Blurbs for “Twisted Love” 12 cases of love gone bad

It’s a chilling reality that homicide investigators know all too well: the last face most murder victims see is not that of a stranger, but of someone familiar.

The End of Autumn-To keep from paying child support for his three children, Rodney Williams, plots with his parents to kidnap his estranged wife, 25-year old Autumn, in broad daylight. This 2011 crime shocked the small community of Logan, Ohio.

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing-In 2011, 53 year old Russell Strothers, and his teenage accomplice find their victims through Craigslist and strike with calculating and deadly force.

A Senseless Killing-This 2010 case uncovers how a 40 year old likable barmaid was lured to her death after she rejects her young admirers sexual advances.

The Death of Innocence-This 2011 murder case involved 4 year old Marcie Willis, and her evil stepmother 25 year old Cheryl, from the small bedroom community of The Plains, Ohio.

The Girl Not Forgotten-This cold case took 26 years to solve, but brought justice for 13-year-old Holly Buford, and put serial rapist, 40-year-old Stanley Snead, behind bars.

The Possession-When 29-year-old Valerie Harris severs the penis of her sexually abusive father, it makes national news in 2007.

Home Town Hero-When deaf students are murdered in the prestigious Rose Brick College of the Deaf in 2008, everyone is shocked when discovering the killer is one of their own.

Horrible Sin-When 42 year old Fortune Teller Sally Vu and her 21-year-old daughter Veronica are discovered murdered and physically desecrated, in 2001, evidence points to revenge and a spell gone wrong.

All For the Family-In 2003, as a way to erase her 22-year-old husbands criminal past, 19 year old Molly Abbott devises a ghoulish and desperate strategy.

Thicker Than Water?-When 52 year old Kim Michaels is found dismembered inside her burned out home in 1996, officers find the crime more confusing than a jig saw puzzle.

Mail Order Murder-The last thing the beautiful Russian mail order bride Anna dreamed of in 2001, was being murdered by her controlling and older American husband.

Where’s Christopher?-When four year old Christopher Ellis goes missing, numerous excuses and an odd odor emanating from the backyard in 1991, raises eyebrows.

My Books:

Murder Most Foul-a detective/mystery

Wicked Intentions- a paranormal anthology

Loves, Myths, and Monsters- a fantasy anthology

The Crime of the Century- a biography true crime

Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between

Flagitious-a detective/mystery anthology

Twisted Love-a true crime anthology

Other places to find Jo Anne and her books:

Email: joannemyers@frontier.com

Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers

Facebook Author Page: http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers

Main Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnne

http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com

Jo Anne’s Blogs:

Books and Paintings by JoAnne Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2

JoAnne’s WordPress Blog:

http://joannemyerswordpressblog.wordpress

Jo Anne’s Postings: https://joannemyers.wordpress.com/

Jo Anne’s Blog: http://joannemyers.blogspot.com/

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#7 Post from Loves, Myths, and Monsters

#7 Post from Loves, Myths, and Monsters.

What happens when a Mayan birthright reigns supreme? Find out by reading “The Bidding” one tale in ““Loves, Myths, and Monsters”

http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/LMM.html

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