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Burning Desire

I am a sucker for adrenaline.Living on the edge.Pushing myself to the limit.

Picture a jaguar. Red to be precise. Picture a stunning woman behind the wheel. Jet-black curly hair, fuck-me boots, red lipstick, laughing eyes …you get the picture. Now picture her driving angry. Driving hard. Music blaring. Wind-whipped hair, ray bans on,with a Mona Lisa smile and a Devil-may-care attitude. If that doesn’t turn you on, you need help.

She drove a yellow jaguar. Weaving in and out of traffic so smoothly. Eyes following her. She was mesmerizing, you see. What with her soft smile , teased hair and dreamy baby-blues.

I can’t quite describe the cock-tail of emotions that sight arouse in me. I just remember thinking, if i am to die…i will die driving a red jaguar at full-speed.

She reminded me so much of Lana Del Rey . There’s something about a woman with a smoky voice, beautiful eyes and sensual grace singing out her heart.

Maybe its just me…But i got a burning desire

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Posted by on January 12, 2015 in Muse, Music

 

Hey Bartender

“Bartender”

8 o’clock on Friday night I’m still at home
All my girls just keep on blowing up my phone
Saying come on he ain’t worth the pain
Do what you gotta do to forget his nameNow there’s only one thing left for me to do
Slip on my favorite dress and sky high leather boots
Check the mirror one last time
And kiss the past goodbye

What I’m really needing now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
‘Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights

Hey bartender pour ‘em hot tonight
‘Til the party and the music and the truth collide
Bring it ‘til his memory fades away
Hey bartender

Tonight I’ll let a stranger pull me on the floor
Spin me ’round and let him buy a couple more
But before it goes too far
I’ll let him down easy
‘Cause tonight it’s all about
Dancing with my girls to the DJ
Put that song on replay

What I’m really needing now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
‘Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights

Hey bartender pour ‘em hot tonight
‘Til the party and the music and the truth collide
Bring it ‘til his memory fades away
Hey bartender

I’m feeling that buzz
I’m ready to rock
Ain’t no way I’m gonna tell you to stop
So pour that thing up to the top
I’m coming in hot

Hey bartender
What I’m really needing now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
‘Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights

Hey bartender pour ‘em hot tonight
‘Til the party and the music and the truth collide
Bring it ‘til his memory fades away
Hey bartender
Hey bartender

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2015 in Music, Uncategorized

 

Mama’s Broken Heart

 

“Mama’s Broken Heart”

I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
I screamed his name ‘til the neighbors called the cops
I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
Don’t know what I did next, all I know I couldn’t stop

Word got around to the barflies and the baptists
My mama’s phone started ringin’ off the hook
I can hear her now sayin’ she ain’t gonna have it
Don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look

Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

Wish I could be just a little less dramatic
Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
Leave it to me to be holdin’ the matches
When the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody else to blame

Can’t get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
My mama came from a softer generation
Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face

Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

Powder your nose, paint your toes
Line your lips and keep ’em closed
Cross your legs, dot your eyes
And never let ’em see you cry

Go and fix your make up, well it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2015 in Music, Uncategorized

 

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