Say One Thing, DO Another! (original song by SJones)

Punk rock anthem about how companies and people can be so hypocritical. 

[Intro] 

One, two, three, four! 

[Verse 1] 

You print a promise on a billboard wall Then cut the ladder when the workers call Shake every hand for the camera flash While counting the coins from the broken glass You preach compassion in a polished speech Then lock the door when the hungry reach A spotless slogan, a filthy deal Tell us what to think, then hide what’s real 

[Pre-Chorus] 

We see the fingerprints under the paint We hear the truth in the words you ain’t 

[Chorus] 

Say one thing, do another! Sell us out and call us brother! Hands up high, let the whole world know: We’re not buying what you show! Say one thing, do another! No more kings behind the cover! Hey! Hey! We won’t play along! Hey! Hey! We’re done being wronged! 

[Verse 2] 

You claim the planet is your sacred cause Then pour the poison through a legal clause You praise the team when the scoreboard shines Then blame the rookies for your crooked lines You tell us honesty is how we win While changing rules when you’re boxed in A thousand smiles and a practiced face Same old hunger in a newer case 

[Pre-Chorus] 

We see the fingerprints under the paint We hear the truth in the words you ain’t 

[Chorus] 

Say one thing, do another! Sell us out and call us brother! Hands up high, let the whole world know: We’re not buying what you show! Say one thing, do another! No more kings behind the cover! Hey! Hey! We won’t play along! Hey! Hey! We’re done being wronged! 

[Bridge] 

No more polished alibis! No more staged apologies! You can dress it up in gold, But we know what you sold! 

[Breakdown]

Who makes the rules? Not us! Who gets the loot? Not us! Who takes the blame? Not us! Enough is enough! 

[Final Chorus] 

Say one thing, do another! Sell us out and call us brother! Hands up high, let the whole world know: We’re not buying what you show! Say one thing, do another! No more kings behind the cover! Hey! Hey! We won’t play along! Hey! Hey! We’re done being wronged! Say one thing, do another! Hear the roar from every corner! Hey! Hey! Let the false words fall! Hey! Hey! We’re louder than them all! 

[Outro] 

One thing! Do another! One thing! Do another! Enough is enough!

R.I.P. Peter Cullen

"Be Strong, To Be Gentle."

A poetic quote that has also been my way of life. 

Peter Cullen was the voice of many generations being the big, strong, powerful, inspirational, father figure in Optimus Prime. 

He led the way for so many to step forward. Even when Optimus Prime's time was cut short in the Transformers Gen 1 movie the fans got so mad that the studio changed their minds and ended up bringing Optimus Prime back to life. For so many 80s kids, Optimus was their dad or someone so truly cool and inspirational to look up to. 

Optimus was strong but he was always gentle. Well, the Bayverse of films showed he was also brutal when his back was against the wall but that's not the point. 

Peter Cullen is an absolute legend and a man so many have looked up to and no doubt as history ROLLS ON, his voice and actions as Optimus will carry on forever in our hearts and with younger generations discovering his work. 

Peter was also the voice of many other characters like Eeyore and most recently Thadeus from Invincible. Peter also provided those iconic Predator noises or clicks. 

I'm not sure if Peter has recorded anymore lines as Prime or for any other characters before his passing but time will tell there on when we may hear his final performance.

Peter's passing has hit me and so many others are hard. It's been a rough week for me and these big deaths have made it harder. 

Thank You Peter, may you rest now knowing all the good work you have done and all the sparks you have inspired. We love you and we miss you. Til All Are One.

R.I.P. Tim Curry

"Don't dream it, be it.". 

Rest In Peace to the iconic Tim Curry. 😭

What can we say about this ICON? 

He played so many characters both on screen and off screen across all different media's. 

Tim was a sweet Transvestite from Transexual Transelvania, a Wild Thornburry, Emperor of the Tainted Coil, a butler, a great singer and actor, pirate captain long John Silver, a Concierge, a clown, a devil, hexxus, Soviet Premier and so many more characters. 

Even after his deteriorating health condition he was still full of wit and making comic con appearances and signing through the mail for his fans...

Now if you don't mind, I'm going to the one place not corrupt with capitalism.....SPACE!

Much love Tim, we love you and we miss you❤️

I'm The Villain (original poem by SJones)

I guess, I'm the villain,

I'm the one you should hate.

My name on the list

Makes others groan and hiss.

I have an opinion,

And I'm the one in the wrong.

No matter what I say,

It seems I've said it all wrong.

Honesty is not the best policy,

At least that's what they say.

Some people are human washing machines,

They spin my words around

And wash the truth away.

Afraid of being right,

I'm kept out of sight.

Perhaps the dark has twisted my mind.

Maybe all the good I do

Needs to be left behind.

Because my bad moments

Are remembered more than the good.

The mistakes become the story,

Even when they shouldn't.

I guess, I'm the villain.

I'm the one you should hate.

I'm the name that makes them groan,

The one they love to berate.

No matter what I say,

No matter what I do,

Somehow I'm the problem

Before I've even started to.

I guess, I'm the villain.

Perhaps that's what I've become.

No matter what I've said or done,

I'll always be the one

They point at when it's said and done.

So hang me by my reputation,

Let the judgement have its fun.

For when everyone's made up their mind,

What chance has the villain got

To become the hero

When the damage is already done?

Being A Dad - Original Poem by SJones

Being a Dad

Being a dad isn't easy.

I get mad. I get sad.

Changing your bum can test my patience, while you wriggle and twist, cry for Mammy, and somehow find the strength to turn a simple nappy change into an Olympic sport.

I throw myself across the room like a goalkeeper, stopping you from touching the things you shouldn't touch. You don't care. You'll try again anyway. "The switch, Dad. Press it. I like it."

I stop you eating the strangest things. A plastic bag? That Looks delicious.

A door? Mmm that's worth tasting.

A cupboard? Worth slamming.

Again. And again. And again.

You explore the world, with fearless curiosity. I follow behind, trying desperately to keep you alive.

And while you're busy discovering everything, I'm busy questioning everything.

Am I a good dad?

Am I doing enough?

Why didn't I do that? Why don't I do this?

I worry about all the things, I can't teach you.

I can't ride a bike. I'm not sporty.

What good am I to you?

What if other dads are better? Do they feel like this too?

Or am I the only one lying awake, wondering if I'm enough? Sometimes I feel numb. Disconnected. And then comes the guilt.

Why don't I feel closer? Why am I struggling? Do I love my son?

The question hurts, because I already know the answer. Of course I do.

I love you in the way, that makes me worry endlessly.

I love you in the way, that makes me doubt myself.

I love you in the way, that makes me afraid of failing you.

And then you laugh.

I sneeze, and you nearly fall over laughing. I accidentally hit myself on the head with a poster tube, and you're gasping for breath. I fart, and suddenly I'm the funniest person who has ever lived. You point at plugs, with a mischievous smile.

I say no. You grin. I say no again. You grin wider. Eventually you get bored, sit on the floor, and set off to find another adventure.

You are ten months old. You crawl like a rocket. You stop, look over your shoulder, checking if I'm chasing you. And if I am? Turbo mode.

You take a few wobbly steps, and my heart nearly bursts. Ten months old, already doing things I couldn't do at your age.

I bum shuffled. I crawled. I was born with a broken leg. Yet here you are, determined to run before you can walk.

I want to give you everything.

The world. Every opportunity. Every chance to be happy. But the world scares me.

I remember my own childhood.

The bullying.

The anxiety.

The mistakes.

The freedom.

Diving into rivers.

Fishing with friends.

Exploring without fear.

And somewhere along the way, I became more aware, of pain, of consequences, of how fragile things can be.

Now the world feels louder. Faster, Crueler, The internet never forgets. Bullies no longer need a playground. A phone can place the entire world, in a child's pocket, And not all of that world is kind.

I want to protect you from everything. But I know I can't.

One day, you'll have to step into it yourself. And that terrifies me.

Being a dad isn't easy.

There are moments of joy, moments of pride, moments that make my heart soar, But too often, all I hear is my own self-doubt.

The voice asking whether I'm capable of raising this incredible little human.

Then you shout, "Dada!"

And suddenly none of the doubts matter.

Because you don't need a perfect dad.

You just need me.

And every day, I'll keep trying, to be enough.