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Heartbreaker July 27, 2006

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You know you have completely lost it when even Red Hot Chili Peppers and Led Zeppelin songs start applying to you. I know people in love seem to think how every Bryan Adams song was written for them. But exactly how twisted would you need to be to believe that RHCP knew exactly what was going on in your life when they started putting their nonsense sentences together? And Robert Plant’s cocaine-induced reveries? Surely coke doesn’t give you the power to look into the future into the life of an insignificant mosquito and write about him and his troubles!

Well, presenting a song of each of the above twisted, unhinged bands that seem to fit my life to a ‘T’. OK, the Led Zep song was till last week. This week RHCP dominates. You would be amazed – actually, I am – how perfectly each line, each word fits perfectly. Other RHCP songs seem to talk to me too. Wonder what I’m snorting.

Heartbreaker – Led Zeppelin

Hey fellas, have you heard the news? You know that Annie’s back in town?
It won’t take long just watch and see how the fellas lay their money down.
Her style is new but the face is the same as it was so long ago,
But from her eyes, a different smile like that of one who knows.

Well, it’s been ten years and maybe more since I first set eyes on you.
The best years of my life gone by, here I am alone and blue.
Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love;
But I’ll just keep on rollin’ along with the grace of the Lord above.

People talkin’ all around ’bout the way you left me flat,
I don’t care what the people say, I know where their jive is at.
One thing I do have on my mind, if you can clarify please do,
It’s the way you call me by another guy’s name when I try to make love to you.
I try to make love but it ain’t no use.

Work so hard I can’t unwind, get some money saved;
Abuse my love a thousand times, however hard I tried.
Heartbreaker, your time has come, can’t take your evil way;
Go away, Heartbreaker.

Dosed – Red Hot Chili Peppers

I got dosed by you and,
Closer than most to you and,
What am I supposed to do,
Take it away,
I never had it anyway,
Take it away,
And everything will be okay…

In you a star is born and,
You cut a perfect form and,
Someone forever warm,
Lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on,
Lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on…

Way upon the mountain where she died,
All I ever wanted was your life,
Deep inside the canyon I can’t hide,
All I ever wanted was your life…

Show love with no remorse and,
Climb on to your seahorse and,
This ride is right on course,
This is the way,
I wanted it to be with you,
This is the way,
I knew that it would be with you,
Lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on,
Lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on…

Way upon the mountain where she died,
All I ever wanted was your life,
Deep inside the canyon I can’t hide,
All I ever wanted was your life…

I got dosed by you and,
Closer than most to you and,
What am I supposed to do,
Take it away,
I never had it anyway,
Take it away,
And everything will be okay…

Way upon the mountain where she died,
All I ever wanted was your life,
Deep inside the canyon I can’t hide,
All I ever wanted was your life…

Stupid quizzes seem to catch me spot on too. I took the “Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You” quiz. The results are below for all to see.

You Are
Whole Lotta Love

You are interested in 2 things in this world: Love and sex. You are a complete romantic (and probably a big whore.) You just want to be loved.

You really value your friends and your family, but more than anything, you value your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/person you are stalking.

You don’t necessarily value yourself very much, but it’s OK because you will find someone else to value you. Sad, but you’re oblivious, so it doesn’t matter.

Take the Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You? Quiz

So, obviously, I think I’m in love. The “think” is a disclaimer because she doesn’t “think” I am. And she is in love with another. How fair is it to assume that your love is love and someone else’s love is just a “phase”? Feel like writing her a song but if she doesn’t even remember me writing her two earlier what good would yet another do? My laptop does little but cycle through her pictures. My hand does little but reach for the phone every so often and stop just short of calling her. I just can’t. She gave me a chance to be a friend and I couldn’t abuse that by trampling all over her privacy. We talk. She accidentally calls me by his name while telling me how much she loves him and how great they are together. She tells me how no one else has so much as a sliver of a chance with her. She giggles; she shakes her head over the phone. I smile on the outside. I bleed.

She scares easy. She won’t let me inside her head. She says it is too twisted to open up to a stranger. She hates when I try and help her. How dare I! I skirt around subjects with her, afraid that with every statement that slips out of my mouth I risk riling her up and losing her to a tantrum of indignation. Flowers and long walks and puppies and silk and champagne and hearts and chocolates and chamomile tea and fragrances and teddy bears and floral prints and elaborate dinners and mushy movies suddenly seem to make perfect sense. I close my eyes and I see her. I open them and I don’t. Why would I ever want to open my eyes?

Something I wrote a while back. Fits, but with a twist. She’ll understand…

You let the alcohol overcome you
an excuse
to confess, admit
so you can get it off your chest
and she won’t remember
…but she won’t remember
you decide
every time you see her
every time you don’t
every time she’s close
every time she’s not
she’s all that you can think of
if only you could stay asleep
for every dream tells her tale
her face, etched upon your brain
her every mannerism, magic
seductive
an invitation you dare not answer
a challenge you dare not take
Enough!
You sleep,
a silent prayer upon your lips
Lord, let my dreams be of her again.
They will!

I’d ask you to bleed for me. But what good would that do?

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