I've never really been asked why it is why I love performing, so I never had to come up with a universally relatable answer. Until recently. And then the words just wouldn't come. They refused to string together, the millions of reasons and thoughts refused to gather from the various points of my mind. All that came out was an unforgivable "I just can't seem to explain. Its just so big".
So, thank you Mr. Springsteen for giving me this. It is invaluable. It is perfect.
"I can’t begin to describe the amount of enjoyment and bliss and fun…you get a sense of your own abilities and power and then you also get a sense of the collectiveness of being with somebody…and there’s something in that being that is its own validation. when it comes down to it it’s the way it make you feel. I do it because of the way it makes me feel and the way that I can make you feel when I do it, and I like you making feel a certain way when I do it. It thrills me. It excites me. It gives me meaning."--B. Springsteen
Platform noses begging the sun to shine, negating blocker to turn that ever familiar shade of strawberry red. Girls whose skin turns into caramel on demand and hair that lets the sun weave 24 karat spools. Wind roaring louder than the engine and a Queen's view of the world as she sees it: each hop and skip and rush eliciting bigger smiles of pure enjoyment than the last. Scales that shine iridescent in the glow of dusk and peaceful rides home beneath the highway lights.
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it scares me when you say things like that.
how is it you remember me?
how do you make those thoughts regarding me?
it rips me to pieces. these girls here. and we've always been women.
13 going on 30 for years.
what was I doing? what am I doing?
"I haven't been gone but it feels like a lifetime"
He replies to me " I figure if I live life right the first time around there wont be any regrets"
I always knew there was something about you.
i rememeber the nights we were together but left alone. and then called because we were lonely. meeting mid-campus. cold nights in jeans and tennis-shoes.
somebody owns it.
you've got willpower. and the biggest house on the block.
who is this? you called me. you bet i did.
why me? why you?
why me?
because I said so.
disaster just means features blur.
and i've got more disasters than i do phone numbers.
and the yellow bird watches me from her pretty cage.
she never lets me forget her.
This is what I meant, or as close as is possible to describe...
and just my luck, this happened to be on tv this sunday afternoon, playing to help me show you. show me.
its that feeling, right at 2.50.
Quiet grassy banks.
Still waters reflecting time that stands still.
Lighting burning holes in the same air since the start.
I could sit there for hours, watching the same un-moving scene.
Melting. Congealed.
Content.
