A Certain Girl
06.25.06 (1:27 am) [edit]"There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
(What's her name?)
I can't tell you
(Ahh....)
I can't reveal her name until she's mine
(What's her name?)
I can't tell you
(Ahh...)
Someday I'm going to wake up and say
I'll do anything just to be your slave
There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time"
- Naomi Neville
I always liked Zevon's version of that.
Other good stuff to write about, but i've got one thing on my mind right now...
Layla.
This is getting worse. Not that I'm really letting on so much, I'm just feeling it when I see her drive away with him after the gig.
The guy who I'd never think of doing anything to hurt.
OK, I think about it a lot. I'd just never DO it.
Why couldn't she be married to an asshole? I wouldn't think twice about trying to steal her away. But no, she's married to a guy I love like a brother.
Shitfucky.
Shitfucky on a STICK.
I wonder if she notices when I'm playing to her. I even point the damn bass right at her sometimes.
The guy who might be replacing me finally did his audition tonight. The place always clears out after their drawing at 11:00, so we let him sit in on five songs. That's a whole other set of emotions right there. Suffice to say that he'll probably be fine once he gets more comfortable with the material, but it brought up some really weird shit inside me to be in the audience for that.
She made a joke out of there only being 8 people left in the audience by coming up and sitting right in front of us on the floor. So I sat down beside her. And tried to unglue my eyes from the most perfect set of legs..........
It's only later that I think about what she could do to ME. When she's there in front of me, all I can think about is how much I want to please HER. Honey, the dick can wait. I KNOW you can take care of the dick. The challenge is to make YOU happy. I want to make YOU come. Now lay back, relax, and wrap those unspeakably awe-inspiring legs around my head while I get to work on you, you fucking goddess of a woman.
We only exchanged a slight couple bits of innuendo. She mentioned how she got a laugh out of some place she saw called Beaver Ice Cream.
"Sounds delicious..."
She seemed to like that.
I was softly singing Layla to myself while breaking down. Every time i walked past her - "you've got me on my knees..."
I'll write more in the morning. First I have to shake this off.
Love,
Dougie