"Is it really what you know?"

[mynewplace]

I've been playing with fire a lot lately. In one particular instance, I was really starting to like the heat. I was fascinated with the way this particular firebringer’s mind worked, his words and his music and his deliciously smartassed intelligence. Ooooh GOD he is torturous and frustrating and so very much fun. I actually quoted some of his lyrics here on lj at one point, because they moved me so. Not sure if it was the words, or the images they projected, or just becoming acquainted the writer, but something about them spoke to me. Well, the firebringer got painfully honest and I got cold and pulled the lyrics. And I’ve been thinking lately. I don’t want to do that. No matter how much I go around and around with a person, if words induce passion in me, then I should leave those words in this lj. Because that’s really all this blog does for me, it provides a documentation of a few of my passions. And although things have changed a bit, and Brent only burns me occasionally, (when he takes the notion) the album he and Jamie put together still lights a fire under my ass. It WILL be the soundtrack for my next extended fuck session. And here are two of my favorite reasons why.

What You Know
by Brent Kessinger

Stompin’ through the world like a ton of flowers
Steppin’ with the ease of a guilty priest
Hillbilly master become my slave
I search for escape since its all I crave
Please don’t try to hound me
Never ever try to ground me

I’ve got to fly on
With the grace of a fallin’ bird of prey
Spread out
See what I can try to eat today
Watch your heaven become my hell
I’m everything you buy and all you try to sell
Please don’t try to hound me
Never ever try to ground me

What a lonely way to live
When you don’t care enough to give
What a lonely way to go
Is it reality or what you know?

Is it really what you know, yeah

 

Bouteille

by Brent Kessinger

Take me away to southern skies
Let me feast on true hate ‘n lies
Search not in my thin disguise
It could mask ya too
If I could reach it
How down would I be?
If I could touch it
Would it touch only me?

Justify my illness
With your twisted rationale
That affects more than your customers
Who don’t care about now
If I could reach it
How down would I be?
If I could touch it
Would it touch only me?

Bouteille
Bouteille
Bouteille
Bouteille.....

Donnez-moi la bouteille
Donnez-moi la bouteille

HEAVYGLOW by Poor Man’s Gravy
copyright 2003

 

Comments

[nemecic.livejournal.com]

What I especially like from "What You Know", is this:

" What a lonely way to live
When you don’t care enough to give
What a lonely way to go
Is it reality or what you know?"

Very, let´s say... insightful.

And since I don´t speak French, what does "Donnez-moi la bouteille" mean?

Kisses
Nem

What You Know

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

mmmmmmmmmmmmm yeaaaaaah - that song had me squee-ing like mad and is what originally made me absolutely rabid for the man. (well, that and his speaking voice, but that's another story) It felt like he had written me without ever knowing me. He's been terribly sweet about the whole fangirlie thing it set loose in me. I think I must have made about 10 copies of the album (with his permission of course) and passed them out to various friends and family.

As for the interpretation, it means "Give me the bottle" I love BabelFish. My next goal in life is to actually hear him speak French. puuuuurrrrrrrr Which of course makes me a verrah verrah bad girl....

Re: What You Know

[nemecic.livejournal.com]

How is his voice like? If you could describe it, what would it be like? And he speaks French? Good voice and French must be a wonderful combination.

a wonderful combination

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Actually, it would be a COMBUSTIBLE combination. I have not yet confirmed that he speaks French. But he wrote the song, and sings it, and there's just something about things he's said to me in the past that makes me suspect that he does. He's probably very wise in NOT speaking French to me. As for his voice, GOOOOOOOOOOD its tough to describe. Its deep, but not rumbling low bass. Just deep. And smoooooooth, and um, *swallowing here* the best thing I can think of to describe it is like warm chocolate. Warm, OHSO silky and just makes me wanna slide out of my chair. When he makes announcements on the p.a. at work I just kind of blank out for a second. I feel like Pavlov's dog - when the little bell goes off before an announcement, my ears perk up in hopes that its him. lol *blush* And I'm not the only person who is affected this way. He told me there was a lot of curiosity about him when he first started. I'm going to do my damnedest to get one of those songs to you on YouSendIt.com.

Re: a wonderful combination

[nemecic.livejournal.com]

Oh my... his voice sounds, well, delicious *yum*. And if you can, send one, because now you have made me very curious.