Saturday, May 11, 2013
Dale'ing and Failing
I'm enjoying a much needed day off before the mothers day brunch madness tomorrow. And since it's been awhile I went out with tyler and lindsay to the dale for some party times.
The "dirty dale" as they call it used to be a seedy biker bar. Now it's a tavern style restaurant that gets turned into a rowdy party fest every friday. The place usually hits capacity at some point.
I should have known to get there earlier. There's always the decision to leave closer to 10 or closer to 11 and we chose 11. And boy was it an unfortunate experience. The thing is, the line wasn't even that bad. Sure, there was definitely a line. But had everyone just kept calm and organized we all would have gotten in a lot quicker. I should mention that it's slighty raining/hailing at this point. So we're standing there and i'm looking around realizing I don't recognize anyone. I used to be able to go to the dale and one in three people I would know. I would literally say hey to a gazillion people as I would move around the bar. Annd right about at this point I feel a little old. And to make all this worse this crowd of what seems to be 18 year olds fresh on the bar scene begin to push eachother around and force themselves through the door.
Insanity hits.
All of a sudden the bouncers are yelling and everyones yelling and the word goes out to "close the door"
"Their not letting anyone in unless you close the door"
You see, the way the entrance to the dale works is that you enter through a door and you're in a sort of a lobby that meets another door into the actual bar. So the lobby itself can fit about 50 people uncomfortably. From my perspective the whole justification behind this was to stem the flow of people coming into the bar. Almost as if the bouncers were worried that the bar was soon to be at capacity. I'm looking into the bar and I can't really tell for sure if it's all that busy. But once I had gotten in it was pretty busy. The door closing thing seemed a little odd. Because sure you have the people in the lobby who know what's going on. But people are arriving to a closed door..what are they going to think. They are obviously going to try and open that door and get into the lobby. So the ideal situation would be a bouncer to stand in front of the first door. Simply telling people to chill out and they will get in soon.
However, this was lost on the dale bouncers. They simply yelled over and over to close the door. And soon everyones yelling to close the door. But the door would never close. There was just too many people. And everyones just yelling and people are pressed up against eachother inches apart.
World, let me tell you. I don't want to know what a dudes shampoo smells like. This whole time guilt begins to creep in also. Because I had suggested the dale to tyler and lindsay. So this horrfic play of events was kind of on me. There was a point when the crowd began to shove eachother. And it dawned on me. People die from these kind of situations! People have literally been trampled to death at concerts.
I fear that actually. Just a massive throng of people eveloping me. Slowly having to life crushed out of me. Hah! So it wasn't a good time in that lobby. Eventually we got in, grabbed some drinks and sat down. After making it through that lobby mosh pit all I wanted to do was sit down for a bit. Something I notice instantly is the change of DJ at the dale is really noticable. I used to go all the time when Tyler Chricton used to play. No clue who the new guy is but the song choices were bland. Lots of country music mixed with really bass neutral pop songs. It's just a shame to see people given a platform to entertain and not use it. You're given a spot on a packed bar. May as well get the crowd going. It's just my opinion though. I'm a hip-hop/electronic dude. Top 40 mixes are generally unappreciated by me. But I did get down to Shake Ya Tailfeather. Ah, classic.
Not to go on a tangent here but the first time I heard Shake Ya Tailfeather was on an And 1 mixtape. Apparently And 1 made mixtapes. And 1 is a basketball company for anyone that doesn't know. So I found this old cd in my sisters room covered in dust and out of its case. But it worked in the cd player and I played shake ya tailerfeather over and over again along with this other song remixed with a heart song. That was one of those first times where I was like "Whoa" I really dig rap. You know cause before that I hated rap. I was all about the classic rock for me and *ugh* nickleback. Hearing a rap song remixed with heart opened my perspective to new music.
Anyways, it wasn't all terrible at the dale. I ran into my boy scott bruce and he let me borrow his shades for a photo. (tried putting it on here but it's not working for an unknown reason)
Ah well. Moral of the story? I'm getting old. And I've realized it in an akward way.
PS. White girls I love you to death but pleassee leave the twerking to the ones with big asses. Nothing looks weirder than a skinny white girl trying to shake what's not there. Wacky inflatable arm waving tube man anyone?
After the bar I drunkenly made my way to chris's place for a bowl and the usual 2 am politics conversation. Shout out to the random dude who split a cab with me.
peace & love
The "dirty dale" as they call it used to be a seedy biker bar. Now it's a tavern style restaurant that gets turned into a rowdy party fest every friday. The place usually hits capacity at some point.
I should have known to get there earlier. There's always the decision to leave closer to 10 or closer to 11 and we chose 11. And boy was it an unfortunate experience. The thing is, the line wasn't even that bad. Sure, there was definitely a line. But had everyone just kept calm and organized we all would have gotten in a lot quicker. I should mention that it's slighty raining/hailing at this point. So we're standing there and i'm looking around realizing I don't recognize anyone. I used to be able to go to the dale and one in three people I would know. I would literally say hey to a gazillion people as I would move around the bar. Annd right about at this point I feel a little old. And to make all this worse this crowd of what seems to be 18 year olds fresh on the bar scene begin to push eachother around and force themselves through the door.
Insanity hits.
All of a sudden the bouncers are yelling and everyones yelling and the word goes out to "close the door"
"Their not letting anyone in unless you close the door"
You see, the way the entrance to the dale works is that you enter through a door and you're in a sort of a lobby that meets another door into the actual bar. So the lobby itself can fit about 50 people uncomfortably. From my perspective the whole justification behind this was to stem the flow of people coming into the bar. Almost as if the bouncers were worried that the bar was soon to be at capacity. I'm looking into the bar and I can't really tell for sure if it's all that busy. But once I had gotten in it was pretty busy. The door closing thing seemed a little odd. Because sure you have the people in the lobby who know what's going on. But people are arriving to a closed door..what are they going to think. They are obviously going to try and open that door and get into the lobby. So the ideal situation would be a bouncer to stand in front of the first door. Simply telling people to chill out and they will get in soon.
However, this was lost on the dale bouncers. They simply yelled over and over to close the door. And soon everyones yelling to close the door. But the door would never close. There was just too many people. And everyones just yelling and people are pressed up against eachother inches apart.
World, let me tell you. I don't want to know what a dudes shampoo smells like. This whole time guilt begins to creep in also. Because I had suggested the dale to tyler and lindsay. So this horrfic play of events was kind of on me. There was a point when the crowd began to shove eachother. And it dawned on me. People die from these kind of situations! People have literally been trampled to death at concerts.
I fear that actually. Just a massive throng of people eveloping me. Slowly having to life crushed out of me. Hah! So it wasn't a good time in that lobby. Eventually we got in, grabbed some drinks and sat down. After making it through that lobby mosh pit all I wanted to do was sit down for a bit. Something I notice instantly is the change of DJ at the dale is really noticable. I used to go all the time when Tyler Chricton used to play. No clue who the new guy is but the song choices were bland. Lots of country music mixed with really bass neutral pop songs. It's just a shame to see people given a platform to entertain and not use it. You're given a spot on a packed bar. May as well get the crowd going. It's just my opinion though. I'm a hip-hop/electronic dude. Top 40 mixes are generally unappreciated by me. But I did get down to Shake Ya Tailfeather. Ah, classic.
Not to go on a tangent here but the first time I heard Shake Ya Tailfeather was on an And 1 mixtape. Apparently And 1 made mixtapes. And 1 is a basketball company for anyone that doesn't know. So I found this old cd in my sisters room covered in dust and out of its case. But it worked in the cd player and I played shake ya tailerfeather over and over again along with this other song remixed with a heart song. That was one of those first times where I was like "Whoa" I really dig rap. You know cause before that I hated rap. I was all about the classic rock for me and *ugh* nickleback. Hearing a rap song remixed with heart opened my perspective to new music.
Anyways, it wasn't all terrible at the dale. I ran into my boy scott bruce and he let me borrow his shades for a photo. (tried putting it on here but it's not working for an unknown reason)
Ah well. Moral of the story? I'm getting old. And I've realized it in an akward way.
PS. White girls I love you to death but pleassee leave the twerking to the ones with big asses. Nothing looks weirder than a skinny white girl trying to shake what's not there. Wacky inflatable arm waving tube man anyone?
After the bar I drunkenly made my way to chris's place for a bowl and the usual 2 am politics conversation. Shout out to the random dude who split a cab with me.
peace & love
Friday, May 10, 2013
My Departure From Religion
Growing up religion was never really a part of my life. My family didn't attend church and when I asked my dad what religion we were he answered "protestant". But my dad's not a religious man and i think he said that just to shut me up. He had a lot of one liners to shut me up when I got too nosy. Anyways, growing up the church was around. I always saw it and wondered why people go. I knew religion was important to people. Even as a child I knew that it defined the lives of people. I knew it was a very important thing to some people. And in fact I still understand and respect that. At this point in time I liked the idea of god and heaven. I liked the idea of hanging out with loved ones etc etc. Bouncing on clouds and seeing dead celebrities lol
When I was in grade nine I was approached by a guy who was into street hockey. At the time I was living in Hawaii so it was difficult to find a white dude into street hockey. This guy asked me to hangout. Told me he was part of a youth group. I knew it was a slighty religious group. But the situation didn't make itself clear until I was in the thick of it all. I remember the first day clearly. The guy came and picked me up and took me to a religious store. It was called the giving tree I remember that. In the store we gathered around a table and did bible study. I didn't have a bible to I borrowed one. It was dry, I tried to stay involved. I felt pressured to maintain a sort of religious demeanor. I was not a religious at that time and i'm suure it showed. After the bible study we packed into a large van and headed to the church. Along the way we picked up other people and blessed a lady in a burger king parking lot. I felt fucking foolish to be honest ahaha laughing out loud right now! Once we got to the church things were a bit cooler. There were cute girls, albeit religious, and the church was more like a nightclub. There were good bands playing and we all danced and had fun. Nearing the end of the service they called anyone who hadn't been to the church before up to the front. They welcomed us. I felt like king shit. I belonged.I was part of something. This detail is important because it's a glimpse into the attractiveness of religion..especially a born again church as this was. People go to church for the community and the belonging. There is a certain kind of self confidence that is gained from faith.
I was taken to a side room with about ten other people. There I was sat down in a chair and spoken to one on one with some dude. I really don't know what made him the dude to talk me lol. But he asked me who I wanted to pray for. And I pulled some shit out of my ass "My mom and brother" so he then begins to chant in tounges. Aabajba,bab like fuck I dunno what he was saying. I learned later that toungues is a human connecting with god and using his voice or something. Sounded to me like he learned some obscure chant.
It raised my eyebrows and defined the rest of my experience at that church.
In the following weeks the dude who had originally invited me became more and more agressive with his "invites"
I don't remember exactly how but I remember being felt pressured into going. Like here was this moral thing I should be doing. And if i skipped it, was I a good person?
Again..some manipulation there. The idea that morality is bred from religious doctrine. In fact the last couple times I went completely out of guilt. I just felt like jeez I should probably go.
Sometimes the church would have a few of us stand on the sidewalks outside the church and hand out flyers. Looking back on this pisses me off. Like do your own advertising you shitheads.
The cash grabs continued. This church offered get aways to cleanse the soul. All with a hefty price tag. But you would be born again! Except it's going to cost close to $1500 on some camping trip. Bulllshit.
The entire time I attended the church my guilt grew. I didn't believe any of it. I tried my best to grasp certain elements of christianity and use it proactively in my life. And in some ways thats possible, But the core belief system was not my thing.
I stopped returning the guys calls. Finally my mom stepped in and told him I was no longer interested.
Never really saw him around school after that.
In the years that followed I searched for answers. I came across a website from a canadian atheist. He had written 10-15 essays on atheism and I eagerly ate them up. It made a hell of a lot more sense than christianity. For awhile I was a devout atheist. Nowadays i'm more of a spritual guy. I've drifted from atheism to apatheism. Which is basically the idea that the question "Is there a god?" Is irrelevant. It's not part of our lives. My friends joke and call me an atheist with a bad attitude lol
I just don't involve myself in religious debate. To each their own. But I feel that organized religion is an attempt to capitalize on spirituality that we all feel. People are like "we feel something" and others are like "Well come to our church and spend your money and we will provide answers"
Not a fan of organized religion but a supporter of individual spirituality
peace & love
When I was in grade nine I was approached by a guy who was into street hockey. At the time I was living in Hawaii so it was difficult to find a white dude into street hockey. This guy asked me to hangout. Told me he was part of a youth group. I knew it was a slighty religious group. But the situation didn't make itself clear until I was in the thick of it all. I remember the first day clearly. The guy came and picked me up and took me to a religious store. It was called the giving tree I remember that. In the store we gathered around a table and did bible study. I didn't have a bible to I borrowed one. It was dry, I tried to stay involved. I felt pressured to maintain a sort of religious demeanor. I was not a religious at that time and i'm suure it showed. After the bible study we packed into a large van and headed to the church. Along the way we picked up other people and blessed a lady in a burger king parking lot. I felt fucking foolish to be honest ahaha laughing out loud right now! Once we got to the church things were a bit cooler. There were cute girls, albeit religious, and the church was more like a nightclub. There were good bands playing and we all danced and had fun. Nearing the end of the service they called anyone who hadn't been to the church before up to the front. They welcomed us. I felt like king shit. I belonged.I was part of something. This detail is important because it's a glimpse into the attractiveness of religion..especially a born again church as this was. People go to church for the community and the belonging. There is a certain kind of self confidence that is gained from faith.
I was taken to a side room with about ten other people. There I was sat down in a chair and spoken to one on one with some dude. I really don't know what made him the dude to talk me lol. But he asked me who I wanted to pray for. And I pulled some shit out of my ass "My mom and brother" so he then begins to chant in tounges. Aabajba,bab like fuck I dunno what he was saying. I learned later that toungues is a human connecting with god and using his voice or something. Sounded to me like he learned some obscure chant.
It raised my eyebrows and defined the rest of my experience at that church.
In the following weeks the dude who had originally invited me became more and more agressive with his "invites"
I don't remember exactly how but I remember being felt pressured into going. Like here was this moral thing I should be doing. And if i skipped it, was I a good person?
Again..some manipulation there. The idea that morality is bred from religious doctrine. In fact the last couple times I went completely out of guilt. I just felt like jeez I should probably go.
Sometimes the church would have a few of us stand on the sidewalks outside the church and hand out flyers. Looking back on this pisses me off. Like do your own advertising you shitheads.
The cash grabs continued. This church offered get aways to cleanse the soul. All with a hefty price tag. But you would be born again! Except it's going to cost close to $1500 on some camping trip. Bulllshit.
The entire time I attended the church my guilt grew. I didn't believe any of it. I tried my best to grasp certain elements of christianity and use it proactively in my life. And in some ways thats possible, But the core belief system was not my thing.
I stopped returning the guys calls. Finally my mom stepped in and told him I was no longer interested.
Never really saw him around school after that.
In the years that followed I searched for answers. I came across a website from a canadian atheist. He had written 10-15 essays on atheism and I eagerly ate them up. It made a hell of a lot more sense than christianity. For awhile I was a devout atheist. Nowadays i'm more of a spritual guy. I've drifted from atheism to apatheism. Which is basically the idea that the question "Is there a god?" Is irrelevant. It's not part of our lives. My friends joke and call me an atheist with a bad attitude lol
I just don't involve myself in religious debate. To each their own. But I feel that organized religion is an attempt to capitalize on spirituality that we all feel. People are like "we feel something" and others are like "Well come to our church and spend your money and we will provide answers"
Not a fan of organized religion but a supporter of individual spirituality
peace & love
Devon's Tips For Finding A Good Guy
The thing is about girls is they have these conflicting ideas of what they want in a relationship/man.
It seems like the projected image on media is a classy guy with a heart of gold. He's a little less attractive but he makes up completely for it with random roses and lavish romantic gestures. These are the men who are protrayed in the media and the ones whom girls seem to swoon over.
Cut to reality. And the picture is painted a little differently. In reality, and this is just what I see, girls tend to go for what seems to be the opposite of the ideal man. They go for the wannabe thugs. The dudes who drive lifted trucks and have expensive rims. Those men who over compensate for what they lack between the legs. You know what i'm talking about though. In st james those little wannabe thugs run around all over the place. Sometimes I have to ask myself if i'm in long beach or winnipeg lol.
These dudes treat their girls like crap. And I'd like to share a funny story.
I ran into a girl once at a party. And just so happens that the conversation turned to her looks and how they have affected her over the years. It was an awesome conversation because she was truly beautiful. She was telling me that in high school she dated a guy that was deemed "a fucking geek" by the majority of her grade. She would often get asked why she would stoop so low. "He's such a dork, he's not that good looking" they would say.
But then she smiles. And leans closer to me. And what she said i'll never forget.
"But he had the biggest dick i've ever seen" "And he could make love to me in a way all those jocks could not"
"You see devon he knew how to pleasure me, these jocks would huff and puff and grunt and thrust their little dicks into me and say "You like that?" and i would have to lie and say yes.
"But this guy knew what I liked. He would kiss all up and down my body, It was amazing"
Touche...
So what are my tips?
1)Self confidence is different than a huge ego. Self confidence invoves the ability to acknowledge ones faults and from there..make oneself a better person. A dude that thinks he can fight the whole world and that he's packing the biggest penis probably has neither of those qualities.
2)If he absolutely needs to know who you are hanging with, wether they are male or female, and why didn;t you invite him? Probably a good sign to get away. Especially the whole who are you with and are there any guys. This is a reflection of his own insecurity. But it's also telling of how he thinks of you. Not a whole lot of trust there right? Trust is a pillar to a relationship. It's part of the foundation. Warning signs..
3) If he hits you or verbally abuses you, lose him. Call me or someone from my friend group and we will take care of any danger you feel to be in.
4) If he doesn't want to meet your parents..suspect.
5) If he tells you that you're sister is hot and hits on your sister..suspect.
6) Same with your mom.
7) You can often tell someones priorities by the sacrifices they make for you. If he's saying shit like "i'm a free spirit" and he is trying to have sex with other girls while with you..lose him. Cause being a hippy doesn't give you a right to be an asshole.
8) If you catch him making love to a man..lose him. Or join? aha.
9) If he wears white sunglasses..lose him lol
10) All jokes aside if he doesn't make you feel beautiful then understand there's guys out there that will.
Relationship's are a two way street. But don't find yourself walking the lonely road while he's gunning the engine of his sports car and calling you a bitch to his friends.
peace & love
It seems like the projected image on media is a classy guy with a heart of gold. He's a little less attractive but he makes up completely for it with random roses and lavish romantic gestures. These are the men who are protrayed in the media and the ones whom girls seem to swoon over.
Cut to reality. And the picture is painted a little differently. In reality, and this is just what I see, girls tend to go for what seems to be the opposite of the ideal man. They go for the wannabe thugs. The dudes who drive lifted trucks and have expensive rims. Those men who over compensate for what they lack between the legs. You know what i'm talking about though. In st james those little wannabe thugs run around all over the place. Sometimes I have to ask myself if i'm in long beach or winnipeg lol.
These dudes treat their girls like crap. And I'd like to share a funny story.
I ran into a girl once at a party. And just so happens that the conversation turned to her looks and how they have affected her over the years. It was an awesome conversation because she was truly beautiful. She was telling me that in high school she dated a guy that was deemed "a fucking geek" by the majority of her grade. She would often get asked why she would stoop so low. "He's such a dork, he's not that good looking" they would say.
But then she smiles. And leans closer to me. And what she said i'll never forget.
"But he had the biggest dick i've ever seen" "And he could make love to me in a way all those jocks could not"
"You see devon he knew how to pleasure me, these jocks would huff and puff and grunt and thrust their little dicks into me and say "You like that?" and i would have to lie and say yes.
"But this guy knew what I liked. He would kiss all up and down my body, It was amazing"
Touche...
So what are my tips?
1)Self confidence is different than a huge ego. Self confidence invoves the ability to acknowledge ones faults and from there..make oneself a better person. A dude that thinks he can fight the whole world and that he's packing the biggest penis probably has neither of those qualities.
2)If he absolutely needs to know who you are hanging with, wether they are male or female, and why didn;t you invite him? Probably a good sign to get away. Especially the whole who are you with and are there any guys. This is a reflection of his own insecurity. But it's also telling of how he thinks of you. Not a whole lot of trust there right? Trust is a pillar to a relationship. It's part of the foundation. Warning signs..
3) If he hits you or verbally abuses you, lose him. Call me or someone from my friend group and we will take care of any danger you feel to be in.
4) If he doesn't want to meet your parents..suspect.
5) If he tells you that you're sister is hot and hits on your sister..suspect.
6) Same with your mom.
7) You can often tell someones priorities by the sacrifices they make for you. If he's saying shit like "i'm a free spirit" and he is trying to have sex with other girls while with you..lose him. Cause being a hippy doesn't give you a right to be an asshole.
8) If you catch him making love to a man..lose him. Or join? aha.
9) If he wears white sunglasses..lose him lol
10) All jokes aside if he doesn't make you feel beautiful then understand there's guys out there that will.
Relationship's are a two way street. But don't find yourself walking the lonely road while he's gunning the engine of his sports car and calling you a bitch to his friends.
peace & love
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Insecurity
The thing about being a man is you're not supposed to show weakness.
They say insecurity is ugly.
I could go into how destructive this can be on a young boys life. But that's not the topic of this post.
I feel insecure sometimes. And I wish I could make it go away.
The thing is there's two parts of my ego. The ego in which I am my own superhero. There are lots of times I look at myself and my life and say wow i'm blessed. I'm blessed with ok looks and great friends. A loving family and a healthy body.
However, I get insecure sometimes. That's the other part of my ego. And it lurks in the shadows. Ready to come out when i'm at my weakest.
When I feel insecure these are things I think about.
-I don't have a car. I don't even have a license.
-I ride a skateboard around but I can't do much on it.
-My friends are great dancers and gymnasts and i'm out of shape and skinny. And I can't dance for crap.
-I live in a really small bachelor apartment. It's about the size of a postage stamp. Sometimes the door rattles when cars pass by lol. This happens frequently throughout the day.
-I'm 23 and only in my second year of university. I feel like it's going to be an eternity until I get a degree. Not too much mention I want to chase my masters.
-I'm really pale. I could never tan. People always ask me why i'm so pale. When I was young i got teased mercilesely about it. The residual effects of that stick with me. Although i've come a long way in self confidence when it comes to my skin. When I go to the beach I know I stick out.
-I got dumped in a pretty brutal way in october and i still deal with a little self-conciousness about it.
This isn't an entirely negative nancy post though. I'm actually very humbled by the above points. I have flaws in my ego and i'm willing to admit it. This felt nice.
peace & love
They say insecurity is ugly.
I could go into how destructive this can be on a young boys life. But that's not the topic of this post.
I feel insecure sometimes. And I wish I could make it go away.
The thing is there's two parts of my ego. The ego in which I am my own superhero. There are lots of times I look at myself and my life and say wow i'm blessed. I'm blessed with ok looks and great friends. A loving family and a healthy body.
However, I get insecure sometimes. That's the other part of my ego. And it lurks in the shadows. Ready to come out when i'm at my weakest.
When I feel insecure these are things I think about.
-I don't have a car. I don't even have a license.
-I ride a skateboard around but I can't do much on it.
-My friends are great dancers and gymnasts and i'm out of shape and skinny. And I can't dance for crap.
-I live in a really small bachelor apartment. It's about the size of a postage stamp. Sometimes the door rattles when cars pass by lol. This happens frequently throughout the day.
-I'm 23 and only in my second year of university. I feel like it's going to be an eternity until I get a degree. Not too much mention I want to chase my masters.
-I'm really pale. I could never tan. People always ask me why i'm so pale. When I was young i got teased mercilesely about it. The residual effects of that stick with me. Although i've come a long way in self confidence when it comes to my skin. When I go to the beach I know I stick out.
-I got dumped in a pretty brutal way in october and i still deal with a little self-conciousness about it.
This isn't an entirely negative nancy post though. I'm actually very humbled by the above points. I have flaws in my ego and i'm willing to admit it. This felt nice.
peace & love
Saturday, May 4, 2013
No Argument About That
She's beautiful, there's no argument about that.
But what are her dreams, aspirations, resignations?
What keeps her up at night?
What has her rubbing those beautiful eyes in the starlight?
Memories serving as caffeine consolations.
Her long dark hair flows over the corner of the bed.
She's makeup-less fantasizing among the constellations.
And they do blink out sometimes.
And she thinks a lost world.
A lost boy.
A kiss that almost happened.
So close that she can almost grasp how it would have felt.
His hot breath on her face.
His warm hands on her body.
But he's gone and packed up his trunk.
And set off with a pack of cigs and a dream,
She's beautiful, there's no argument about that.
I was so nervous to hold that hand.
Especially crossing that river.
On a shaky rotting log.
The water flowed oh so fast.
Those jumping jaws of denial and regret.
But together we got across.
And fell into eachothers arms
Tumbling around the tall weeds.
And that sweet smell of sap and pine in the air.
Take a run with me.
Grab my hand and let me tear you away.
You see girl I have the world in my hands.
Come closer I'll let you join the embrace.
Get away
Get away
Gotta get away.
But what are her dreams, aspirations, resignations?
What keeps her up at night?
What has her rubbing those beautiful eyes in the starlight?
Memories serving as caffeine consolations.
Her long dark hair flows over the corner of the bed.
She's makeup-less fantasizing among the constellations.
And they do blink out sometimes.
And she thinks a lost world.
A lost boy.
A kiss that almost happened.
So close that she can almost grasp how it would have felt.
His hot breath on her face.
His warm hands on her body.
But he's gone and packed up his trunk.
And set off with a pack of cigs and a dream,
She's beautiful, there's no argument about that.
I was so nervous to hold that hand.
Especially crossing that river.
On a shaky rotting log.
The water flowed oh so fast.
Those jumping jaws of denial and regret.
But together we got across.
And fell into eachothers arms
Tumbling around the tall weeds.
And that sweet smell of sap and pine in the air.
Take a run with me.
Grab my hand and let me tear you away.
You see girl I have the world in my hands.
Come closer I'll let you join the embrace.
Get away
Get away
Gotta get away.
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