Walking Afer You

Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
dreaming aloud
things just won't do without you matter of fact
I'm on your back
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you

If you'd accept surrender
give up some more
weren't you adored
I cannot be without you matter of fact
I'm on your back

If you walk out on me
Im walking after you
another heart is cracked in two
Im on your back

-- foo fighters

My greatest strength (that I'll admit to) has been hushed and subdued by the trickery with which my snobbish hands manipulate my feet. The sense that something Great is possible, a sublime tickle on your neck that is gone before the common girl has a chance to wonder of it's meaning. I suppose that's the first mistake. Or maybe there are no mistakes, just some journeys that are longer than others. How our minds have convinced us of our own grounding truth. But I have to imagine that our inklings to find meaning and labels and borders and understanding is what drags us away from that tingling moment, that subconscious realization of life and majesty.

I'm tired and distracted.

"wherever that wind might blow, wherever that river rolls, you know I will go with you."

--tom petty

These days have pointed me
in the direction of sadness
and new shoes,
threatened me by the doubt
that clouds the distance
between my heart and my mind.

Could You Use Me

(Bobby)
Have some pity on an Easterner;
Show a little sympathy.
No one possibly could be sterner
Than you have been with me.
There's a job that I'm applying for -
Let me put it to you thus:
It's a partnership I'm dying for -
Mr. and Mrs. Us.
Before you file it on the shelf
Let me tell you of myself:
Oh, I'm the chappie
To make you happy;
I'll tie your shoes-ies
And chase your blues-ies;
Oh, lady would you -
Oh, tell me, could you use me?

[Polly]
No night life for you;
The birds would bore you;
The cows won't know you;
A horse would throw you;
You silly man, you,
To ask me, "Can you use me?"

[Bobby]
Do you realize what a good man
You're getting in me?
I'm no Elk or Mason or Woodman
Who gets home at three.

[Polly]
Your ties are freakish;
Your knees are weakish;
Go back to flappers
And high-balI lappers.
Though you can use me
I most certainly can't use you!

--Crazy for You

(gershwin)


I'm just sitting here, listening to my favorite musical, and perhaps one of the best times of my life, and smiling. Crazy For You. I think about being a high school freshman, with the wonder of costumes, a play, and first crushes::: in general just a world of opportunities.

Amazingly I can remember it all. From the first note Zach sang, wowing us all at audition- to the final curtain call. I think my favorite song was Could You Use Me... though performance wise Naughty Baby was everyone's favorite. There's something freakishly romantic about a man trying to sell himself, and a woman resolutely rejecting him. You'd better dance little lady! I know I'm a bit sentimental and romantic and gushy and all that, but I believe in the magic of dancing. *(which is funny, cuz I'm really really ridiculously good at it ;-)*
Don't believe me... I'd be delighted to prove it. :-)