Thursday, August 30

Production Diary Day 1

Dear Diary, Date (Unknown)
Today I was forced by Alexandra to sing to the class.
I was so nervous.
I sang funhouse by P!nk.
Here are the lyrics.

I dance around this empty house Tear us down, throw you out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fall
Pictures framing up the past Your taunting smirk behind the glass This museum full of ash Once a tickle, now a rash
This used to be a Funhouse But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down, down, down I'm gonna burn it down
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fun
Echoes knocking on locked doors All the laughter from before I'd rather live out on the street Than in this haunted memory
I've called the movers, called the maids We'll try to exorcise this place Drag my mattress to the yard Crumble, tumble house of cards
This used to be a Funhouse But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down, down, down
This used to be a Funhouse But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down, down, down I'm gonna burn it down
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fun
I'm crawling through the doggy door My key don't fit my life no more I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates I'll find a new place, burn this sucker down
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, da, da, da, da
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do(9, 8)Do, do, do, do, do, do, do(7, 6)Do, do, do, do, do, do, do(5, 4, 3)Do, do, do, do, do, do, do(2, 1)
This used to be a Funhouse But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down, down, down
This used to be a Funhouse But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down, down, down I’m gonna burn it down.

Then I was sent to Ms Hill. I had to sing to her.

1 comment:

  1. Did your class and Ms hill like your singing? Hope they did.I wish I could of heard you
    From caroline

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