By Melissa Etheridge
I had a dream late last night
The water was running low
And my fields were on fire, burning my sky
My body was moving slow
And when I awoke I tasted the sweat
Of desire on my mouth
And I realized my heart had abducted my mind
And they were last seen headed south
Now I can't sleep I'm so wired
And I find myself screaming out
Don't you need? Don't you want?
Can't you taste it when you're alone?
Don't you cry? Don't you feel?
Sometimes I wonder if you are real
Don't you bleed, don't you need
There's no quenching the thirst, there's no relief
For the hungry at heart
And as far as you're concerned I'm just a thief
Entertaining in the dark
But it's you that holds the cards
Now that the joker is wild
Don't you need? Don't you want?
Can't you taste it when you're alone?
Don't you cry? Don't you feel?
Sometimes I wonder if you are real
Don't you bleed, don't you need
Don't you want to lay it down
And feel your skin against the ground?
Don't you want to ride the storm
And then sleep inside the calm?
Don't you want to get that high?
Don't you want to be satisfied?
Well if you don't want it from me
Don't you need?
I had a dream late last night
The water was running low
And my fields were on fire, burning my sky
How was I to know
That I burn every night in my dreams
And only morning can set me free
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My Thursday major events mostly took place on the phone and on Skype. We're having to reconsider the kind and amount of help Paul's mother needs in assisted living, which required consultation with both the facility where they live and with his brothers, and I have a friend who's going through some personal stuff, so I was trying to figure out whether I could help her out. It was quite warm, but we walked to the beach, where the water is finally warmer and the sand is lovely, and I talked to most of my Thursday chat group.
We watched the season finale of The Boys, which I had read that the producers were uneasy about given current events, and without any spoilers, let's just say that I never know whether to laugh or cry when that show accurately predicts or reflects the shitshow that is American corporate politics and media. Now we're watching The World's Greatest Fair, a special on the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis, which I know less about than 1893. Here are some more photos of Melissa Etheridge, Jewel, Lee Oscar, and the Marymoor concert grounds:
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