“Reflecting Light”

by johnford on July 3, 2004

I just love this song from the latest Sam Phillips CD, “A Boot and a Shoe.” It’s become for me one of those songs you get hooked into. The simple production, strings, lovely-floating-haunting melody and thoughtful lyrics work so well. It reminds me a bit of something I might have written (lyrically) before the song nazi’s polluted my brain. I think I may have to actually break down and learn this one. As difficult as it is for me to learn someone else’s songs, I’m gonna give this one a whirl and see if I can play it without butchering in too much.

Sam Phillips - Reflecting Light

Now that I’ve worn out, I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in facination
Looking through the night
And the moon’s never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light

I rode the pain down, got off and looked up
Looked into your eyes
The loss opened windows, all around
My dark heart lit up the skies

Now that I’ve worn out, I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in facination
Looking through the night
And the moon’s never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light

(break)

Give up the ground, under your feet
Hold on to nothing for good
Turn and run at the mean dogs chasing you
Stand alone and missunderstood

Now that I’ve worn out, I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in facination
Looking through the night
And the moon’s never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light

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The rings of Saturn never looked so good

by johnford on July 3, 2004

So last night I overhear this young lady say “I’m movin’ to Dallas.” So a couple of minutes later I ask her if she’s really moving to Dallas. The answer I received wasn’t even close to what I had anticipated to flow from her pouty mouth filled with perfect pearly teeth. With a big shit eating grin on her face she said, “No… I’m not really moving to Dallas. I just say that because there are real men there. I just get so fucking sick of all the men here in Fort Lauderdale that shave their assholes.” Now how the hell do you answer a question like that? I was, shall we say, stupefied. The only response I could think of off the top of my head was, “What do they do there, pull them out one by one?” At this point she dove deeper into the philosophical reasoning behind her statement. (Amazing isn’t it that “Shaving assholes” could have a philosophical affectation) So she tells me that “All the men in Fort Lauderdale aren’t ‘real men.’” They shave their chests and arms and she always kids her friends that she’s ‘moving to Dallas’ as a joke because of her frustration over all this shaving and from what I can gather male hygiene and metro-sexuality (what ever that is). Now I’ve never considered shaving my backside, but I guess if you are going for that “perfect asshole” look, it’s a good place to start. I do wish this young lady well. And I hope her and that elusive life-partner she is looking for with an incredibly hairy rectum live happily ever-after.

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