Music
Mountain-View [song lyric]
Well here’s a nostalgic little song which popped out of my head onto my Tosh while I sat alone in the dark in a lonely pizza bar in Ystad last night. It’s one of those which just had to be written or else. Held me hostage till it was finished..
I woke up in the morning
With a message on my phone
Saying: “A surge of huge emotion
’cause of you and I’m alone”
Why do you do this to me
When we long ago did part?
You have a way of reaching
With your words into my heart
Are you the Kind of Lady Who…? [song lyric]
Okay, here a brief flipside checklist for you. Positive checklist for you coming next. I had fun writing this…
Are you the kind of lady who likes all things in a box
Neatly lined up rows of shiny things
Always making sure you wear a pair of matching socks
Never wait to see what fate may bring?
Are you the kind of lady who works late into the night
After starting work before the break of day
Always using work to keep from feelingfullnesslife
(Workoholics keep all that at bay)?
Making Caves [song lyric]
I know a cave
it’s cold and clear and
right beneath my feet
so frozen there
I make my home all
feelings obsolete
I am not sad
or happy there ’cause
all the earth is flat
And all the things
which pass my cave don’t
have the tools for that
She Said I was a Gigolo [song lyric]
She said I was a gigolo
I didn’t stand a chance
She told them I’m a gigolo
Now they know how to dance
Then she drove on down the line
With a smile – she’s feeling fine
For on their lips there is the rhyme:
He’s a gigolo
If there’s one thing women hate
It’s a gigolo
If there’s a type they love to slate
It’s the gigolo
Though there’s always prey for him
He’s the joke that’s wearing thin
So to make his prospects grim
Tell them he’s a gigolo
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