Stage I

I think I’m in love
So awash in
The feeling
My head reeling
My heart beating
One thousand times
A minute when
I think of you
This can’t be real
This thing I feel
But there’s
No one
In the world
I’d rather be
Than me
Being here
With you …
…Tonight

Stage II

Oh the comfort zone
Hey honey I’m home
So how was your day?
Would you like
To go out?
Or perhaps
We should stay
In our sanctity
Just you and me
Sipping wine
Together
Contentedly
Quietly
In front of
The fireplace…
…Tonight?

Stage III

Hey listen Missy
You know I’m busy
I have a life
You’re just
My girlfriend
You’re not my wife
I got things to do
That don’t include you
So I’ll catch you later
I don’t want to fight
I just the need
To be alone
On my own
Not thinking
Of you…
…Tonight

Stage IV

How have you been?
Yeah I know I haven’t
Called for a while
But I have missed
Your touch and
That gorgeous smile
I thought since I’ve
Nothing else to do
We could get
Together just
Me and you
Make some time
See if we find
A little spark
To get us through
Another lonely
Endless …
…Tonight

nice...


Set it to music maybe ?

Very nice write, Ms!! I like that!

Westside Wizzy?

Thank you sweetie

Sure...why not? It works better than "bjoyrk" or however you spell her name...

Well piss, that didn't go the way I thunked it would!


Stomps off looking for iron reinforcements for man cage..............ooo, screw that, can we put in a trap door for the ones with NO brain and NO amusement value whatsoever with tunnels leading in for carnivorous aminals???Can we, huh, can we???????

Ok, I've worked out a likely chord progression to fit the (would be) lyrics...I'm getting A minor to C to G to E minor, then repeat to final verse with a synchopated 8th/16nth beat...

Or....maybe not...

<<----handing DW a big ass wrench and screw driver. Go for it mah sistah. Let's shake the dimbulbs!

and um Allen? That would be Bjork.....

<<-----running off as she sings "When you're a jet you're a jet all the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Great! Put it to music and let me hear it. I've got one that really NEEDS to be put to music but since I dont WRITE music I haven't done so. It's called Baby You Can Drive My Car~

"When you're a jet you are ALWAYS a jet , from your first cigarette to your DYING day-ay!"

Oh ****. I dont smoke. Does this mean I can't be a jet?

ummm... they didn't specify in West Side Story that it HAD to be a real one...candy maybe?

Works for me!

I feel prettttttty, oh so pretttttttyyyyy, I feel pretty and witty and brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

I'm glad you can feel so pretty,witty and bright while I'm still trapped in a cold damp dungeon cell with only leftover popcorn morsals and chewed up popsicle sticks...

Quiet you. Stop your complainin' or I'll get GorgeousGurl to put extra salt on that popcorn.

Oh hush up you. If you dont like it you can just call Officer Krupke.