Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



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Saturday, June 30, 2012

An Ode To Sunscreen

Just The Hotel Melanoma version of REO Speedwagon’s “Can’t Fight This Feeling”…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nd4j1Ms1VYE


I can’t fight this peeling any stronger.
And yes I'm still afraid to get the glow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had more strength to spread on moles.


I tell myself that I can pale out forever.
I said there is mole reason for my fear.
’Cause I feel so secure when we're together.
You give my hide protection,
You make every skin so clear.


And even on the golf course,
I'm keeping you applied.
You're a mantle in the sun’s glow,
On a once dark duffer's hide.
And I'm getting paler than I ever thought I might.


And I can't fight this peeling any more.
I've forgotten what I started frying for.
It's time to bring pale skin into the fore,
And stow away sun oil, forever.


’Cause I can't fight this peeling any more.
I've forgotten what I started frying for.
And if I have to haul more from the store,
Come dashing through the door,
Baby, I can't fight this peeling any more.


My hide has been such a pure thing since I bought you.
I've been playing holes in circles in my mind.
And it always seems that I'm applying you, cure,
’Cause you take me to pale stasis,
That alone I'd never find.


And even as balls wander,
I'm keeping you applied.
You're a mantle from the sun’s glow,
On a once dark duffer’s hide.
And I'm getting paler than I ever thought I might.


And I can't fight this peeling any more.
I've forgotten what I started frying for.
It's time to bring pale skin into the fore,
And stow away sun oil, forever.


’Cause I can't fight this peeling any more.
I've forgotten what I started frying for.
And if I have to call Mercola boor,
Keep blogging like a bore,
Baby, I can't fight this peeling any more.

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