Well, I’ll be a monkey’s bare-assed uncle. I was thinking it was Rod Stewart’s “Maggie May” (the morning sun, when it’s in your face, really shows your age…)
You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, we couldn’t get much higher…Light My Fire - Doors
*Exclusivley a female hailing from a diminutive village,
Existing within a companionless planet,
Said female journeyed within a rail mounted vehicle departing at the witching hour whose destination was open to all locations.
Exclusively a male from a densely populated area,
Begotten and fostered in a non-existant section of a city founded by Antoine Laumet de La Mothe, sieur de Cadillac.
He too journeyed within a rail mounted vehicle departing at the witching hour whose destination was open to all locations.
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Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere… etc.
I am aware of that which you confide of with your associates, for they are confederates of my acquaintances and I am thus informed of those goings-on. Allow me to assure you, at no time in the future, at all, shall our previous state of amiable concordance be reinstated.
Your assertions of amity require abundant audacity. You remained beamishly erect during my periods of depression. Your offers of assistance entail similar chutzpah. Your motivation is merely to be associated with the triumphant faction.
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You got a lot of nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just wanna be on the side that’s winning
Positively Fourth Street - Dylan
Low frequency vibrations. To what elevation can you descend? The area in which prisoners are sequestered to await execution, familiar to an African American man.
A maiden warbling sad music crossed my path. She responded to my request for glad tidings by ambling off, with a grin, in another direction. A bloke at the sanctified boutique, where I’d found melodies audible in an earlier epoch, informed me that tunes were not available. Tots caterwauled in the thoroughfares, as Casanovas wept and bards engaged in reverie.
“I met a girl who sang the blues, and asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store, where I’d heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets, the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed…”
Don McLean, “American Pie.”
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Primarily, I was in a state of fear; I was akin to a piece of fossilized wood. I continued to consider that it would be impossible henceforth to exist without your presence in close physical proximity to me…
I Will Survive.
*Inclement weather declares menace upon my very existence this day.
If I don’t seek refuge I will wither.
Battle, young persons, is imminent.
Battle, young persons, is imminent.*
I Will Survive.
I thought of one that’s perhaps a bit of a subversion of the form:
“Hi, I’m Satan.”
Please allow me to introduce myself… Sympathy for the Devil - The Rolling Stones
My father’s brother possessed an unknown rural location that was previously an agricultural centre prior to the prohibition of fossil-fuel powered vehicles.
Yeah, a storm is threatening My very life todaY
If I don’t get some shelter Lord, I’m gonna fade away
War, children, yeah, it’s just a shot away
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Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones
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Bass, How low can you go? Death Row! What a brother know! -Bring the Noise - Public Enemy
Sorry, for the multiposts, just cleaning up the loose ends.
Tardiness is imminent. Are my comrades in view? When the lads arrive, notify me. Just 5 hours remain in the day, and I crave gyration, as well as ample lager in my abdomen. My sire’s state of inebriation might be compared to a keg of simians, which does not perturb Mater.
Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting.
(I have a meeting to run to and can’t contribute. I’LL BE BAAACK"!)
Rush - Red Barchetta - My uncle has a country place that no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm…
I am knowledgable of a fact, a certain male possesses calcium based objects in his jaw that emulate the color of cystaline water ice that descends from clouds.
Beholding this male would be compared to a substance possessing perfect molecular mobility and the property of indefinite expansion.
Propelling her on her feet on a 24 hour basis to a location bereft of sunlight, utilizing her labium oris, the following was spoken by her…
And this I know, his teeth as white as snow…
Gigantic - the pixies
Basking in the glow of the recent dawn, at the end of this day, I’ll be likewise recumbent, observing oceangoing vessels approach on the tide and then depart.
Suffering from cardiac disease, in a state of profound hopelessness, fixated solely on the question of her whereabouts. In the event that she denies, in your presence, any claims I might have on her affections, I implore you to convey this communication and speak to her of my supplication.
Moreover, I comprehend that, were she to re-obtain me, my presence would at no time cause her melancholy. My old ticker is sated with rhythm and blues.
Sittin’ on the dock of the Bay.
Closest of my matrilineal forebears, I am experiencing abject thanatophobia with regards to the nearly omnipresent authority of those who generally regulate behavior and enforce accepted social strictures. The individual whose duty it is to ensure compliance with those regulations has effectively terminated my perambulations which has consequently left me, as Lewis Carroll defined the term, in the wabe, in relation to my usual habitation. Indeed, provider of my X chromosome, your lachrymal behavior is audible to me and your cowed affect and solitary conditions are apparent. There is a man, known to have lynched many, who is retiring from his gibbet leaving me needful of acting in haste.
Oh Mama I’m in fear for my life from the Long Arm of the Law… Renegade, by Styx
When there is no artificial illumination, there is less peril. We stand in your presence. Amuse us!
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
“Smells Like Teen Spirit” - Nirvana