Guiness

I was in bed, reading some news when my muse hit me... I had to get the words of out my mind (if you write, you'll know what I mean) I hit record and the below is what came out, I refined it some but it remains largely as I thought it. I left in my little errors, I thought I captured it the way I wanted to and I did not want to re-record it. I laid it over 'Flamenco Sketches' by Miles Davis

I have transcribed it, so read and/or listen, whichever pleases you most, I'd be happy for you to.

Be good.

P.s. thanks to Sugabelly, I found a nice and easy audio thingy...

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Guiness

it happens in deserted streets,

in half naked boys opening bottles of that Irish black with jagged teeth

where beauty was quite within their reach but always out of their grasp

they make love in the back of abandoned cars

barely there back seats

coiled springs penetrate exposed flesh

bringing them closer to that white light

they don't dare sleep

this is where hope fears to tread

where those with hungry stomachs that barely feed

know that the living and the dead will eventually meet

this is pleasure unspoken

we had never known anything like this

ignoring the rustiness of our confines,

I want him

the jangling sounds of the loosening belt buckle

his sweaty skin on mine this right here is the proof

I am not above you

yes I reek of perfume and you're bathed in scents that the streets give you

I have no strength to run from this, nor do I want to

You know the danger reeled me in, I saw what most ignore

those eyes searching for a place within me that you can rest easy

and I am not talking of the juncture within my thighs

you were looking for a joy and I was brave enough to give

you took only that which was offered, you never reached for more

at first I was displeased, thinking you did not want me,

but I was mistaken

you were waiting to be led down back alleys, and open doors that I have no keys for

and I was surprised at the strength within myself

here I was, trying to rescue a nomad who willing embraced death

look, you'll wander no more, I'll guided to many oases

we'll face death and survive

he'll visit while we engage in this dance, a waltz, no salsa

our bodies moving on the two and four

you won't let me fall will you?

I am a stranger to these parts, I know nothing of your pain, you know I don't!

but still you hold me, this is a moment that you could never have dreamed

and I dare not remember it

it was just one of those of those nights

me, a stranger on streets that won't welcome me because I do not belong

and you a nomad lost, looking to be rescued

and some how we found each other,

we did.

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