Sorry for the over-abundance of song lyrics lately, but I’ve got some good CDs and not much else to talk about.
Today I woke up and you were gone
The whole day wondering what I did wrong
It’s like I’m falling from a mountaintop
My heart keeps pounding and it won’t stop
Can you see this hell I’m living
I’m not giving up
Will you crawl to me
Will you fall with me
I’ll never crawl to you
I’ve done it all for you
Well don’t deny
The hand that feeds you needs you
Oh god I’d die to try to
Finally please you
There goes a piece of me
Will I cease to be
I’ve never lied to you
Fought bled and died for you
Well don’t deny
The hand that takes you breaks you
Oh god I’d die to try to
Finally please you
There she goes and I’m on the ground, I’m on the ground, I’m on the
Well don’t deny
The hand that feeds you needs you
Oh god I’d die to try to
Finally please you
Will you crawl to me
Will you fall with me
I’ve never crawled to you
I’ve done it all for you
From a Salon article of recent vintage:
Great sex is an incident. A relationship is a story. You need to run arm in arm from a collapsing building, bless some children, bury some loved ones, build a house and still be there to talk about it all, to walk in off the deck and remember something together. You need some struggle, some mutual purpose. If you stick together, the world will enlist you in its narrative. And the sex will be part of the story, maybe not the best part, but a true part.
current_mood: content
I’ve never done one of these before, but what the heck.