I usually blog every four to five days. Not this time. Yesterday “Abundance Without” and again now; I am unusually energized and moved. I must share! I must express through motion…e-motion! Connecting to the fabrics of life: seeing, tasting, hearing and feeling — for me through music…I dance — touching someone you connect with, smelling each other’s pheromones, reacting to all their senses and movements…blending, combining, following, melting, merging…fusing. Listening with eyes closed…I am ALIVE, moving, synchronized with these words and rhythm, and it is so good. My soul lifts, swelling into everything around me.
Come with me, follow… “lie next to me”…and come what may:
Kathy’s Song (VNV Victoria remix) by Apoptygma Berserk:
Oh my love, it’s time
You know how it feels
You read between the lines
You know me better than I do
I lost again, my friend
You know I’m not a saint
You knew it all this time
Still you’ve been waiting for me…Oh my love, it’s time
You know how it feels
You read between the linesAnd know me better than I do
I’m lost again my friend
You know I’m not a saint
You’ve known it all this time
Still you’ve been waiting for me…Come lie
next to me.
Know why,
you and me are one.
(repeat twice)(Please) Come lie
next to me.
No lies,
you and me are one.
You know I’m not a saint…
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Really digging the beat to this one. My body found itself moving…and wanting to go clubbing. Strange how a song you’ve never heard can still draw out nostalgic feelings in a person.
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You dig, eh? You’ve put a HUGE smile on my face reading that. I knew you would Kitt.
I get goose-bumps and the hair on the back of my neck stand up when I listen, surrender, and “move” on the dance floor to it. I lose it at “Please, come lie…next to me.” Many times I’ve felt as if there was no floor underneath me. The energy/heat that comes from my chest during this song feels as if Scotty (of starship Enterprise) is beaming me, sucking me up! LOL
A lot of times I’ll check the time and it shows 3:15-3:30am…five hours later. The only time I’m that euphorically exhausted is when I’ve either had a SUPERB long run/workout, or when I’ve played my drums that long dripping with so much perspiration I can barely hold my sticks. Well….wait a minute, there are other occasions….
…but that’s between her and I. 😉
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Well, you know what they say… “A lady never asks and a gentleman never tells.”
And yeah, I dig. Though we come at music from different directions (you from the best of the drum, me from the lyrical verse) we seem to meet quite nicely in the middle of common ground. Funny, that seems to happen with us a lot. 😉
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In my mind, Love, to fuse….It’s like religion–a love of God. It should be a deep, complex feeling within us, understandable, but still somewhat mysterious. Instead, people take it and try to define it.
They argue over semantics, and its ideal form. They establish rituals and practices to encourage it, and holidays in its honor. They add symbols and items to adorn it, and spend countless years–perhaps even their lives–sharpening and tapering their ideals.
Eventually, it winds up as a sterile, diluted, mass-produced essay topic, like Fifty Shades, instead of the beauty of bondage and submission, of the sensual BDSM and the beautiful feeling it used to describe. And somehow in the shuffle, that beautiful feeling seems lost–it’s no longer personal. The dogma of love and the dogma of religion are more or less one and the same.
People talk about concepts, but never feelings. Either they’re afraid to, or they unanimously agree that it’s too personal. Perhaps it seems too sacred for words, and true love defies the common heart, It’s a feeling and a verb that we may never be able to penetrate. Either it should be shared in its truest form, or if to mystery should remain intact. It should be continued to described but only in an attempt to be defined.
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