song – three good words

April 1, 2016

might as well face it

Florence and the Machine put out a lovely rendition of this Robert Palmer song.

The lyrics, though.
Just read them out loud.
Stand in the middle of whatever room you’re in
and read them out loud.
Maybe cut down on the chorus a bit, but really:

Just try it out.

the lights are on
but you’re not home
your mind is not your own
your heart sweats
your body shakes
another kiss
is all it takes

you can’t sleep
you can’t eat
there’s no doubt
you’re in deep
your throat is tight
you can’t breathe
another kiss
is all you need

oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love

you see the signs
that you can’t read
you’re running at
a different speed
your heart beats
double time
another kiss
and you’ll be mine

a one-track mind
you can’t be saved
cos baby your love
is all you crave
if there’s some left
left for you
then you don’t mind
if you do

oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love

might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love

the lights are on
but you’re not home
your will
is not your own
your heart sweats
your teeth grind
another kiss
and you’ll be mine

oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love

might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love

Sometimes all you need is a pop-song that says it all.
Enjoy your weekend ;-)

j.d.

January 12, 2016January 12, 2016

overflow

lay me down
accept this offering
two to the one beyond
what is thought to be known

where grace is given
where light is hidden
amongst stars
legion
dusted on the endless black

lay me down
let the only sound
ring beyond all
that is known to one
and another

where time is no more
than the essence
flowing over
lapping on the shore
of all our senses, one

giving, living
knowing
one to all, all to one
like water flowing
glowing, bright
curved against the diamond black
breaking the rays
of the brightest sun
our morning star.

December 15, 2015

once more

…again
at a wood-panelled structure
once more unto the breach
while on an improvised stage
singers, young
sing songs delivered
from the twice born…

And it is important to remember
that the “I” in me
is simply one of many;
that all are trying
to touch the void
that vastness
that remains enigmatic
delirious
ancient, divine.

…and again
we are all in it
together
in this beating, breathing
entity
(passed on, one body at a time)
this wondrous thing called
Life.

March 20, 2015

the art of life

freedom
is not words spoken
alone

it is sang out loud
in the silence that is accepted
across a bridge, dividing
knowing what needs demanding
a rule unbroken
a law of life.

but those sunk in silence
deaf to the marvelous sound
will tell you, whisper, shout:
spring does not exist
fall is an advertisement
summer a ludicrous myth
but winter the truth that has come

not snow-sparkling white
children laughing during snowball fights
but wet and grey
full of frostbite
that’s the one
that is the silence that has come

until one, two, three and more
sing of the sun
bright in the skies
flowers below, shining
trees like seas
green and grassy
life bursting in all colours
rejoicing
second to none.

…

she laughs when i say
i am (not: shall be) myself
i have a place within
that is sacred, me

and there is that moment
the question, hope, wonder:
how long until that laughter fades?

until understanding pervades
that each and all
have their holy place
beating under their ribs
smooth on their skin?

freedom is not a request
it never was a favour
it is necessary
the natural state of all things
but no one said it was easy

like canvas waiting
clay cool in one’s hands
the art of life is
living
loving
being
free
.

August 4, 2014October 9, 2014

(a)wait

It’s so quiet. So quiet. So…
This waiting is killing me, this quiet, silent, waiting that never ends

For something to happen
categories of emptiness

I have no idea what I’m talking about
We sing and swing and live without light

Inside

Out – you go, no, don’t stay, go go go,

Gogo dancers, do they ever get cold?

Inhibition, intuition, into something, into other

me, you, us, them, everybody, anybody,
any body
arms, legs, feet, head,
everything in between
that place that says now now here here
me me me
whereverwhateverwhenever

that part that wants to shout in the street
at 3:30 in the a.m.
I don’t give a damn

fuck it just do it

damn damn damn

damn it go on just do it
all in, all win, all those sins
committed
original

that’s SO original
authentic, real
anyway, every day, all time any damn
and here’s me waiting to

stay stay stay

away, a ray of sunshine
when it’s gone
and it’s all so quiet
a swan, song;

through dawn and day
into the night, bright stars shining
and then lying on a bed in rome, lying, crying

sighing into the night

wishing waiting that maybe, possibly,
somebody just might
get lucky
happy
not frontin’
coz she wants to move

he just wants ta love ya baby
but he’s a hustler too
it ain’t where he been
but where he ’bout to – get back here when the lights come on
I don’t give one damn about Tyrone!
You gonna be back here when the lights come on

come on come on come on

oh come ON!

You did NOT just say that!
Yes I did
Yes I said it.
Yeah I did

And I really, really, really meant it

So take that big
bad wolf that’s howling at the
Put your pants back on! Gross!
Flicking back long blonde hair
Nails all polished
Eyes set on glare

Stare
Stair
way to go
It was heaven
Ya make me wanna
scream and shout

It’s 3 in the fuckin’ a.m. you crazy?
Come back here!

Don’t you dare.