He Sways Them With His Beautiful Words And Tight Jeans

[Raz]

Somewhere in the frosty night, there is a small room and a lone man singing intimate songs. Nobody knows one another here, but his music and voice promote the illusion of shared desire. It's why they have come tonight.

The women dream that possessing his depth will free them from their desperate houselives.

The men think about the scent of his sweat underlining black denim thighs.

He keeps playing because he needs to believe that something means something. He needs to believe that he is more than one shallow human animal enabling other shallow human animals.

Outside, the night grows colder..

 

[iwish]

That made me feel uncomfortable.

 

[MidnightBaby]

I've just read some of your other stuff too, you're good at capturing an atmosphere. Keep writing.

 

[psycosynthesis]

You've captured a moment wonderfully here, would like to see where this could go.

 

[Pimp Lazy]

I feel the next stanza coule go something like:

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell



I like the way you phrase things. Is it that people are shallow or that they're insecure? And maybe not certain of how to make/find connection/intimacy in the urban jungle where apparent danger is perceived from the thousands of strangers we mingle with everyday.

That being said I'm a musician and I don't like bars and I don't understand the whole social climate of bars. I'm far more comfortable on stage than I am in a large group or a crowd. Hits close to home. Rock it baby!

Peace,
PL