One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under unfluence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade
To call for hands of above
To lean on Wouldn't be good enough
For me,
No
One night of magic rush
The start of a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then, sweet relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me,
No
To call for hands above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me,
No
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me,
Wouldn't be good enough
For me,
No.
Wouldn't be good enough
For me,
No.
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I really wanted to grab my mic and make this an audio blog. I think I've done that before.
Actually
I know I have.
I've just never posted them that way.
It seems like whenever I'm talking, I'm stumbling over the right words
trying to figure out the right thing to say
even as I'm saying them all wrong
But whenever I'm at my keyboard, everything seems to flow... the words come. They just always seem to sound right.
At least they do for the most part.
Even when they don't sound right, they are always true. I mean, with the exceptions of the stories I sometimes tell... those aren't always true, but the meaning behind them--the feeling behind them--those are always true.
...
I saw the play Frankie and Johnny the other day... I liked it.
The actors were good and the play was good, but I don't think the actors fit their roles.
I definitely related with the main guy, though. Minus the fact that he was fresh out of prison. I, personally, have never been to prison. But the whole point of the play is that this guy hooks up with this girl and then doesn't leave. She tries to push him out, but he tries to convince her that its more than just a one night stand.
He says things he shouldn't.
He moves too quickly.
He scares her away.
But he's persistant.
He doesn't relent.
He doesn't let her just push him out the door.
They get to know each other.
They share their stories.
By the time the sun rises, he's still there
And she's glad he is.
There's a line in the play that really stuck out to me. At one point during the play, Frankie tells Johnny:
Everything I want is in this room.
I think about that line...
Everything I want is in this room....
and I look around
I look around at my room
and I look around at my life
and I can feel it
Everything I want is close
its not here
but its close
I can almost feel it.
I can tell you this, too... as soon as I find that one missing piece there is absolutely nothing that can make me let go.
That, my friends, is a promise.