I was planning on using songs from Amos Lee's new CD, The Last Days At The Lodge, but couldn't find any of the lyrics on the Internet. I have been listening to the CD much of week since I downloaded it. Mr. Lee has once again proven his superior song writing skills in this collection of bluesy southern rock songs. Instead of the newer stuff, you get the older stuff.
Today we had another one of our common Southern Ontario summer thunderstorms. The type we expect when it is hot and humid like it was today. The storm lasted basically from 5-6 and produced a downpour of rain.
Earlier in the day I finished reading Life Of Pi by Yann Martel, it is a good story of survival and imagination. The following is from it. "It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse."
"Now, most days, I spend like a child who's afraid of ghosts in my mind. I know, there ain't nothing out there. I'm still afraid to turn on the lights..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=w5hPVqPMywc
I was trying to do some writing as it was thundering and rain, the storm influenced results are below.
A Summer Thunderstorm
Thunder roared like a Bengal tiger
Lightning conducted water like a symphony
Rain tapped like keys on a piano
The storm lasted no long than an hour
Our warm June afternoon became dark
Electricity quickly zapped off as expected
Candles were lit to provide our illumination
Their light strangely danced in her eyes
I could not focus on anything but them
She had been lost to me until this moment
Something changed in the blowing wind
We moved closer like passengers on a bus
Feet dwarfed into inches and limbs extended
Their extension grabbing for skin and orifices
Abundant wetness soaked eagerly penetrating fingers
Moist lips sucked softness to hardness abandoning air
Gasps of pleasure accompanying gasps for life
Internal storms striking and mirroring external forces
Instead of feeling trapped we were freed
Peacefulness returned upon our mutual climax
Electricity sparked to life and rain sputtered
Before stopping completely as Orbison returned
A love should always be beautiful and lasting
Though it never is or could ever be
The rarity and spontaneity is all we have
Until there is a next time or a last time.
06/26/06
Well not the clips and lyrics I intended to use in today's blog but such is life. The clips and lyrics are Arms Of A Woman and Night Train by Amos Lee.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=aJKQrgUfURk
The end of one novel makes room for the continuation of others and the search for new stories.
jr.
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