2002-03-29 - 10:19 p.m.
"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong..."
Sometimes people can suprise you in really unexpected ways.
Case in point, the guy who wrote that is a man I used to hate with a venom usually reserved for members of the KKK. As the years wore on, I've grown to respect this guy a great deal, but sill didn't bring myself to actually like.
Then I read this, (and no, you SOB's don't get to find out who wrote this. Read a fucking book, people.) and now I'm not only a fan of this man, but I'm looking at his writing in a whole new light. Maybe his stuff is good, after all, and the idea that he is is actually kind of a scary one.
Still, it's interesting how tastes and perceptions can change.
Now, a song...actually, it's one that I've already shown you guys. Shut the fuck up, on a night like this, everything bears another look.
Angels Tonight...
Party girls between the sheets
She can't show that much to me
I'd rather drink until I see
Angels tonight
I had a girl I thought was mine
I wised up and just in time
Such wisdom makes these sluts look like
Angels tonight...
As we collide as the lights go out
There's someone else she thinks about
It's all the best that I can't figure out
Angels tonight...
Party girls between the sheets
She can't show that much to me
I'd rather drink until I see
Angels tonight
I had a girl I thought was mine
I wised up and just in time
Such wisdom makes these sluts look like
Angels tonight...
-Doug Hopkins
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