Monday lyrics

[khashka]

You are an obsession
I cannot sleep
I am your possession
Unopened at your feet
There's no balance
No equality
Be still I will not accept defeat

I will have you
Yes, I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Like a butterfly
A wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you

You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me
You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me

I eat you I drink you
My day and my night
I need you I need you
By sun or candlelight
You protest
You want to leave
Stay
Oh, there's no alternative

Your face appears again
I see the beauty there
But I see danger
Stranger beware
Of circumstance
In your naked dreams
Your affection is not what it seems

My fantasy has turned to madness
And all my goodness
Has turned to badness
My need to possess you
Has consumed my soul
My life is trembling
I have no control

I will have you
Yes, I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Like a butterfly
A wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you


Khash

[joneschick]

1. lyrics are ok, but I just lost 45 minutes reading up on Bakunin

thanks.

[khashka]

2. Sorry....

But it wasn't wasted time. But mention Trotsky to me or Heidi or Call Me Wesley and you will be in trouble! Also do not bring up Situatiionism in my presence or I will bore you to death.

:)

Khash.

[joneschick]

4. aw shit. Now I'm going to have to google that!

[Wetzelbill]

3. ahhh..... words

Emerald sails freely in the blue-green sea
While I lie awash in the wave’s foaming
crest. Lulling, basking, dreaming that Marx
does not matter. Was not raining in my ears.
Ahead there is illumination. Bright. Golden
Blinding. Flashing brilliant rainbows. Green.
Blue. Red. Yellow. Black. Each one shimmering
in thrall. “Liberation is a historical and not a
mental act” both she and Marx say. This makes
me long for freedom. Liberty from gorgeous
colors. From this wave’s flashing tidal pull.
Ebbing constantly. Continuously. Endlessly.
Etched, scorched into my mind. Sometimes I
believe turquoise is the color of Goddesses.

Sometimes I wish to be springtime holding
close the emerald beauty of this world.

[khashka]

5. That's gorgeous!

Where does it come from?

Khash.

[Wetzelbill]

6. I wrote it one day in my political theory class

this girl who sits next to me had on a turquoise ring, and I told her I would write a poem with the word "turquoise" in it for her. That day we had a lecture on Marx, our professor called on her and one of the lines she read was the one I quoted. She's a gorgeous, 6'0, blonde so I just put it all together and there it was. :)

[khashka]

7. OK...

You have to give up this silly straight thing and marry me immediately!

No, seriously, it was beautiful.... I hope she appreciated it.

Khash.

[Wetzelbill]

8. haha

I would have to able to handle you in the first place. :)


Glad you liked it. Yeah, her and I are friends, she's a little young for me. I just like to write, so I busted it out for her. :)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

9. My dear Khash......

Ah, how well I remember this song!

I can hear it in my mind's ear....

Obsessions can make you crazy, can't they?

Oh yes, they can!

:loveya: :hug:

[Heidi]

10. I appreciate your discretion, khash.

:D