2/4/10 Dinah and I have another late night.

The bottom line in listening to a song is that we all have someone.

We all have someone to put all the words to.

To put all the meaning to.

It may not be the person we are supposed to end up with,

But that person is stayin alive in every word, every chorus.

It doesn’t even matter if that song is only kinda close to your own situation,

That song is for your lover no matter what.

If the soul hits the chord w the same tremor,

The same vibration within, that makes you musically come

To where all the lovers lie, healthy or not.

That drugged state where we are washed over

Red silky gelatin coating

Over our previously intelligent skin.

Blinded to all logic when the song comes on

And glad for the respite from the daily drudgery.

Soak it into your skin

Rub the smooth oil over you

In the words of drunken Dinah,

“Lover come back to me”