The anticipation. The rush of expectations. And the times of Wow alternating with ehh but in "safer" fashions than random bar pickups. The scentual equal of that Joni Mitchell song about bar pickups was the memory entanglement BPAL has for me from someone who dasn't know I do elljay but resells the stuff at a local swap meet...
You go down to the pick up station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off the shadows On this strange new flesh you've found Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf You hurry To the blackness And the blankets To lay down an impression And your loneliness.
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Actually, that's part of the thrill for some folks.. A ":safe flirtation"
Date: 2009-05-12 02:20 am (UTC)You go down to the pick up station
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you're not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you've found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness.
* "Down to You" from Court and Spark" *