Thursday 29 December 2011

"Bring me Southern Kisses From Your Room"

Romeo's Tune  XXXXX!



 Meet me in the middle of the day
Let me hear you say everything's okay
Bring me southern kisses from your room
Meet me in the middle of the night
Let me hear you say everything's alright
Let me smell the moon in your perfume

Oh, Gods and years will rise and fall
And there's always something more
It's lost in talk, I waste my time
And it's all been said before
While further down behind the
masquerade the tears are there
I don't ask for all that much I just want someone to care
That's right now

Meet me in the middle of the day
Let me hear you say everything's okay
Come on out beneath the shining sun

Meet me in the middle of the night
Let me hear you say everything's alright
Sneak on out beneath the stars and run

Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah

It's king and queen and we must go down
now beyond the chandelier
Where I won't have to speak my mind
and you won't have to hear
Shreds of news and afterthoughts and complicated scenes
We'll huddle down behind the light and fade like magazines

Meet me in the middle of the day
Let me hear you say everything's okay
Bring me southern kisses from your room

Hey hey, meet me in the middle of the night
Let me hear you say everything's alright
Let me smell the moon in your perfume

Oh now, meet me in the middle of the day
Let me hear you say everything's okay
Let me see you smiling back at me

Hey, meet me in the middle of the night
Let me hear you say everything's alright
Hold me tight and love and loving's free

Big City Cat



Buildings and people down under the skies,
I walk down the street looking out through my eyes,
I'm getting so skinny it hurts to sit down,
I'm deep in the well, I'm in the rat trap town.

Where it's dirty for dirty, it's an eye for an eye,
it's a tooth for a tooth and a sigh for a sigh
and everything edgy like musical chairs
an' everyone lookin', but who really cares?

Well, I'm trying to get up, trying to laugh in my head,
I'm walkin' on eggs and I'm climbin' on thread.
There's motors an' traffic an' racket an' horns;
my weary ol' stairway is wobbly an' worn.

There a hissing of heaters and banging old pipes,
screaming of women and laughing all night,
there's babies a-cryin' an' somebody's dog,
he's barking so loudly, there's a man in the hall...

Hell, it's some kinda lunatic following me.
He's down by the john so I can't take a pee.
I'm supposed to be happy, I'm here where it's at,
I'm a face in the crowd, I'm a big city cat.

10 comments:

  1. I remember him. He was touted as the next Bob Dylan and was a victim of the overhype. Reading the lyrics gives me a new appreciation of his ability.

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  2. One of my favorite albums is his '94 release "The American in Me"...
    click here

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  3. What she said. About happy new year.

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  4. That's a very romantic song, romeo. Sending you southern kisses from my boudoir.
    XXXXX

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  5. Juliette,

    I'm throwing down my snowy white handkerchief.

    I demand satisfaction as you have breached my honor with your shameless bid for my beloved's affections, you hussy!

    Sunrise on the morrow. Bring your sharpened red crayon. First blood wins the man. And be prepared to bare your bosom!!

    yours truly,
    red dirt girl

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  6. Red Dirt Girl: Stop that right now!

    Bosoms at dawn, fine... but no spilling of blood.
    Absolutely not.
    Forbidden!

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  7. But sweetheart, I was only going to prick her just a little with my super fine needle nosed red crayon ...harumph!

    Well fine, then. But you can't stop me from a drawing a line in the red dirt and daring Ms. Juliette-Hussy to step over it.

    I don't need weapons. I have me hooves! Stand back. This is women's work.

    xxx

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  8. Play nicely, Mule, blunt those pencils.
    Any wounding in the playground and I'll confisculate your crayons again.

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  9. But, but, but ... LOOK over there on the fence post. The sign CLEARLY says: NO POACHING on private property.

    I'm only doing what any red blooded american mule would do and that is to DEFEND my territory! Bare bosomed, no less !!

    Are you really going to take away all my crayons? ooooh that is sooo harsh.
    I'm going away to sulk.

    This is sooo unfair.
    xxx

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