In the modern world, women really could be in control. I know there have been harsh and brutal women leaders. But if some kind of matriarchal order does not assert itself in the next century or so we are in trouble as a species. Maybe we are in trouble anyway. The change seems to be on, but will it happen?
There, that was not hard to say, now was it?
No, there are not many words in this song, perhaps, not that kind of song. With words I mean. It is about being lost in someone other than oneself. Being, well, lost in the girl….
I love the clip. It makes me lose myself….I blur and fade away. I don’t usually like this kind of music. But there you go; I love the gorgeous girl from Denmark. I am ….Lost in the Girl
And if I got lost in the girl..well, I hope you do too (see, I am not a jealous guy, not at all, more the well, not now)…..
And I love you, whoever you are! x
“Wild wind, wild wind, blow me away. I want to feel the shreds of my life torn away.”
And the wind blows, and passing windows rattle, and so I laugh, I try turning up my coat, and I curse. Papers fly, packets flap and twist, trapped in eddies, then flying free.
I turn and turn, but cannot turn away. I see a crazed cat hopping into trees, running in ever decreasing circles. But still the wind shrieks, how it blows, and sounds low and low.
As for me, I trudge on, eyes stung, skin stinging, sleeves flailing in the air.
And so the wind blows, and sends my peace far, far away. And I wonder where my joy is, this strange wind-filled day.
“I am ready,” and I press my face into the sheets. “Sit up for me, let me run my hands over your arms, your breasts.”
I obey, silently lifting myself from the pillow. “Take me,” I whisper.
She cups my breasts, still raw after being waxed, “So smooth,” she says. “Thank you,” she adds.
Gently, now, ever so gently, she pushes me back down onto the bed. She knew my body better than I knew it myself. I feel a finger inside me, probing, ever so slowly, and as I relax she tugs up on the inside of me. “Am I big enough for you?” she asks. But that does not matter to me at all.
I sigh so quietly that even she cannot hear it. “Hold me,” I say.
Slightly put off her rhythm, by my talking, she says, “What?”
“Hold me. Love me!”
My entire body hungers for her. Love me, hold me, protect me. Let this embrace last forever!
Urgently now, I whisper just that little bit more loudly, “Own me, take me, and take me completely!”
For I am yours!
Scented unsteadiness tears the air
While the thunder waits
And waits for us to notice. It waits
As we bait each other with talk
Talk, talk, talk! Mere words instead
Of feelings. We use our head to clear
The air. But we hear still that other sound
That dull hum beneath the street
We walk, silent, dark, arms swinging
Quiet, alongside. Each alone.
Lost, we walk the drift of strangers
Are those your hands which hold papers,
Lighters, promises, lies? Or mine?
The hands pass one to another,
Mine, yours, someone, anyone:
Father to friend, and each to each,
They could never know. Where are they going,
Where would they? They are done
Each and every one.
How I loved my bruises! But now I am invincible….