* Dedicated to Secondhand Serenade, Your Call
* Dedicated to Anne Hathaway (the real one) for being so beautiful, on account of which I directed my love (unfortunately now proven to be ill fated and barren) towards your doppelgänger at Champps
* And of course, dedicated to you, R*, the waitress of all waitresses at Champps, so captivating (if anyone sees her, tell her I pine for her!!!)
R*, I wanted you so passionately, yet....it wasnt good enough for you was it? I asked you out and you....
(Hey guys, you see this pic? My girl looks EXACTLY like this!)
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-----------------/Dust Shaken
You had the gospel of life for my middling pagan heart limited
by the callousness of the naive and sometimes willful sins of not being
classy enough, "cool" enough or cavalier enough
to grasp the intricacies of your Jewish rituals and air of sophistication
or tongue of pure grace and dignity, unadulterated language promulgated
precisely
by Moses' pious poignantly pronounced proclamations of prerequisites
of a potential suitor's worth.....
to receive admittance into the kingdom of your endearment (my God)
the sun of anticipation at your back
I gazed at you from across the bar at Champps
like two disciples two emissaries of majestic intentions
dark hair, alluring eyes, titillating physique much as it befits a hopeless race
expecting heralds holding hope for a better tomorrow and healing
of a sick lonely and dejected soul
(I daydreamed of kissing you beneath the rising full moon)
My house was painstakingly prepared for your arrival
I swept the dust off the floors of my mannerisms, I tidied the fumbled
words I would otherwise normally speak. I defecated in the men's room
so as not to expose you to nervous flatulence
when you walked past I asked you out, extending the most noble of the gestures within the parameters
of such capacity
I wanted you to look in my eyes past the deficiencies and shortcomings
but for some disheartening reason my olive branch for you was deemed
a thicket
when you arrived at the domicile of my hospitality and overture
you turned around and shook the dust of rejection
from your feet
as a testimony to my futility and failure
(I die...in my sins. Without redemption)
---------------------/
Luke 9:1-5
Then he called his twelve disciples together, and gave them power and authority over all devils, and to cure diseases. And he sent them to preach the kingdom of God, and to heal the sick. And he said unto them, Take nothing for your journey, neither staves, nor scrip, neither bread, neither money; neither have two coats apiece. And whatsoever house ye enter into, there abide, and thence depart. And whosoever will not receive you, when ye go out of that city, shake off the very dust from your feet for a testimony against them.
----Your Call lyrics
Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
Call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
When you are sitting next to me
Will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your...)
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
[X4]
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)
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