Here I am in the office, finishing work on a Saturday that was due on Friday. Trying to stay focused on the job at hand while skimming the net, looking for my wanton inspiration. No matter how hard I race Creativity always seems to be mere inches beyond my grasp. And yet, by the end I'll have her pinned down just where I want her.

I hate the chase. Why can't she just succumb meekly to my whims? Why can't she just resignedly undress and allow me to dip my brushes how and where I may? Why can't she just divulge her many colors without my having to wrestle them from her?

But a weak and docile muse? Where would be the fun in that?

I'm listening to RadioIO Eclectic... It ALWAYS allows for great creativity. I can accomplish anything when the right music is playing. She knows this, my muse.

Playing right at this moment?

Girl I love You" by Massive Attack

... dark and hypnotic. Thank goodness it's not always like this at RadioIO... and followed soon after by "1979" by Smashing Pumpkins. Did you know I graduated high school in 1979. It was a very good year for me.

Moving through the eastern sun
I saw you first upwind of tomorrow
Hands caressing the long tall grasses
Heart swung knells of bells you rung
For all tomorrow's sorrow
And here I am wanting, wishing too
For early morning and morning dew
Wanting and wishing only for you

I caught you in the noonward tides
Sun above, beginning to fall
Embraced you in these arms of summer
Raim'd in love and light besides
And dreams we swore, nor did forestall
Now here I am wanting, and wishing too
I'd caught you in the morning
   ~Made love upon the dewy dew
No more wishing, but wanting of you

The pipers in the trees
Orchestrating accompaniments
To the rhythm of our cries
Perfect echo to our sighs
Safe in long tall grasses
Away from all their prying eyes
Something really bad could happen
Were it not for our many allies

Sun falls swiftly in the sky
Shadows threshing our lover's bed
Our dewy bower in sepias warm
Where long tall grasses yet lie
Where love, life and promise wed
Yet here we still are wanting, wishing too
We could see again the morning
   ~Make love upon the early dew
Ever wanting and wishing for you
   ~You for me
Ever wanting and wishing for you and
You for me
Ever wanting and wishing forever for you
And you for me
Wishing again to be

Pipers in the trees
Orchestrating accompaniments
To the rhythm of our sighs
Perfect echo to our cries
Safe in the tall grasses
Away from all of their prying eyes
Something untoward might very well happen
Were it not for all our many allies
Here in the tall tall grass
Ever wanting or wishing for you, and
You for me
Ever wanting and wishing for you, and
You for me
Ever wanting and wishing forever for you
And you for me
Wishing again that we might be
Again


ELAshley
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I'd like to think there was a melody in my head while I wrote, but rarely is this the case. Not a particularly inspiring title. Perhaps I'll change it. But not today.

I listened to David Gray's Babylon (Live) throughout this effort which was written for Mary Angel... or rather, the ideal she represents.

If you want it
Come and get it...
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now

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