Well, I had you in the afternoon
While the stars stayed silent in the sky
I could have held you for a thousands nights
But you wouldn't give it a try
Oh, no one was guarding our back door
So I was pushed out the ol'front way
Passing the lonely hearts club band;
I heard a love song they used to play
And was completely under your thumb and feeling blue
It was harder now to get a proper sense of you
I kept falling under a midnight spell
Turned myself into a half empty shell
While you, my dear, became the beautiful Jezebel
And when i phoned and got no answer
Your friend said you were a ballet dancer
Living from a suitcase on the open road
Hiding inside your pretty expensive pot of gold
But when I asked for a better point of view
I only got a momentary glimpse of you
Well, i gave you roses and my sweat shirt
Your left me with a letter and those thousand words hurt
I took a pill and had a drink, that's what I think
I heard no sound and soon found myself looking around
And was completely under your thumb and feeling blue
It was harder now to get a proper sense of you
I kept falling under a midnight spell
Turned myself into an empty shell
While you, my dear, became the beautiful Jezebel
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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