Autistic songs :D

This is how I feel right now!!! www.youtube.com/watch

"Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
'Cause fear is strong and love's for everyone
Who isn't me"

You're valued and needed here KillerQueen...I know you're p***ed and raging....this community is like a purgatory of people waiting to be helped, diagnosed, supported and valued....which is why we look out for each other.

Perhaps I'll get over it, a friend says I should complain about today, seeing a physio , when I understood that I'd be seeing a doctor, only thing is only a phone number on the letter, just I'm better with written comms.  

I'm not really familiar with that song I know Ring Of Fire and Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash, I play them with ukulele group, tho since my job went *** up , and I've had this ESA assessment I seem to have lost interest in things that interest me, and this assessment seems to have heaped negative *** from my past on me too!!! I'm supposed to be going on a day  trip behind Tornado locomotive to Great Yarmouth, tho the one day I did go there it rained, I love railways especially preservation and heritage steam diesel and electric locomotives. The payer of this trup my mum has booked first class tickets, complete with four course dinner, I'll worry that if it's fine china cups I'll be like Elizabeth from Keeping UP Apperances (for those who remember that). Tho I did read sonething a friend posted on Facebook about terrorists planning attacks on seaside towns and Yarmouth is on the list, tho not that I care if I live or die, but I want to be in control of my death when I do. This song is how I'n feeling right now. I know if I say I don't want to go mymum will be really pissed off I think, U've got a week to try and find my enthusiasm!!!    www.youtube.com/watch  

Johnny Cash.... Sue is a euphemism for ASD...

"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue".

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue".

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue".

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My name is 'Sue'! How do you do!
Now you're gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son of a *** that named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Johnny Cash.... Sue is a euphemism for ASD...

"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue".

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue".

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue".

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My name is 'Sue'! How do you do!
Now you're gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son of a *** that named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

I'm not really familiar with that song I know Ring Of Fire and Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash, I play them with ukulele group, tho since my job went *** up , and I've had this ESA assessment I seem to have lost interest in things that interest me, and this assessment seems to have heaped negative *** from my past on me too!!! I'm supposed to be going on a day  trip behind Tornado locomotive to Great Yarmouth, tho the one day I did go there it rained, I love railways especially preservation and heritage steam diesel and electric locomotives. The payer of this trup my mum has booked first class tickets, complete with four course dinner, I'll worry that if it's fine china cups I'll be like Elizabeth from Keeping UP Apperances (for those who remember that). Tho I did read sonething a friend posted on Facebook about terrorists planning attacks on seaside towns and Yarmouth is on the list, tho not that I care if I live or die, but I want to be in control of my death when I do. This song is how I'n feeling right now. I know if I say I don't want to go mymum will be really pissed off I think, U've got a week to try and find my enthusiasm!!!    www.youtube.com/watch