Dubious Moves

Meeting. Long. So we do what we always do : free-associate.

Sometimes you're better off dead
There's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
….
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
.....

West End Girls
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Saw your picture on a poster in a café out in Phoenix
Guess you’re still the sweetheart of the rodeo
As for me and little Casey, we still make the circuit
In a one horse trailer and a mobile home
And she still asks about you all the time
And I guess we never even cross your mind

But, Oh sometimes I think about you...
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mmmmm



and in the whisper, a plea.



A solitary flame.... but this lady would prefer even that to what she feels.



But ....



And when drowning in passion ...



Mere Sanam .....


In my name...



Flee this sadness then ...



Yesudas singing about the one irretrievable mistake ...



Of course. Happier times lie ahead ...



Songs of happiness ? Mmmmm. He had a different opinion.

Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it, start to feeling good
You simply got no choice


But singing it is not so easy. One has grown used to keeping things to oneself ...



Which is why one doesn't allow the heart to address itself much ...



But these people who met with such passion ... it dims. And that is something difficult to come to terms with.

Sometimes late at night you'll still call me
Just before you close your eyes to sleep
You make me vow to try and stop by sometime
Baby that's a promise I can't keep.

Promises have to be kept, however. Especially if the entreaties are as beguiling as this.




Will have to respond ... provided, of course, that one is called for. Maybe you too, are waiting for an opportunity, just as the other is waiting for that call ...


And this person, who is so awaited, permeating every crevice of the mind ...



Hehhhh. These chains of the mind ...



Ohh yes, the meeting's over, and things are getting be'er 'n be'er.



: )

Laters, people.

I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening