Peeps, here’s your Friday video…
I love this woman.
Threw my bad fortune
Off the top of
A tall building
But I’d rather have done it with youYour boy’s smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in loveIn Chinatown
Hungover
You showed me
Just what I could doTalking about
Time travel
And the meaning
And just what it was worthAnd I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody’s got something good to sayThings I once thought
Unbelievable
In my life
Have all taken placeWhen we walked through
Little Italy
I saw my reflection
Come right off your faceI paint pictures
To remember
You’re too beautiful
To put into wordsLike a gypsy
You dance in circles
All around me
And all over the worldAnd I feel like….
So I take my
Good fortune
And I fantasize
Of our leaving
Like some modern-day
Gypsy landslideLike some modern-day
Bonnie and Clyde
On the run again
tism
jimi hindrance experience
Also… This is this love.
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I think that one of reasons I adore her so much is that magical, fantastical love that she sings of. That “running away with you” love. I had that once with a girl named Mary. When I was with her, it was always reckless, uninhibited, passionate, unforgiving. We answered to no one.
“Baby, baby ain’t it true…I’m immortal when I’m with you.”
After our first date, I pulled up at her place to drop her off. She looked at me from the passenger seat and shyly said, “I want a kiss.”
We only dated for about three months and maybe that’s why I miss her. Being honest and realistic, we never got to the part in the relationship where we hated each other. Maybe not everybody gets there but I always seem to. :-D
And we kissed all the time. Intensely.
We were stopped at a red light intersection on a highway once, making out in my black Mustang. The light turned green but we didn’t stop or go. As the cars went around, some of them honked angrily, others whistled, other cheered. It was, still is, one of the best moments of my life.
PJ Harvey’s songs bring all those memories back.
And this is all good material for Book II.
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GOD BLESS YOU. i mean that as sincerely as capital letters allow. sooo much of what you wrote is the word. i’ve dated some mary’s. i’ll try to relate a story or 2 about ‘em. it’s one of the nuggets of corn you can glean from the mountain of horseshit in marianne w’s canon: LOVE IS MAGICAL. it literally casts a spell. a spell like the fiction of love songs and movies, only real.
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1000% yes.
Before the twisty gymnastics got involved I remember having the innocent necking dreams. The steamy heat, the fumbling, the tripping heart beats. Two heat seeking beings and the thought of
those lips. Always the lips.
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