"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away She was standing in the rain Trying hard to speak my name They say first love never runs dry
The waiter poured our memories into tiny cups We stumbled over words we longed to hear We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up When a whistle cut the night And shook silence from our lives As the last train rolled towards the dune
Those summer nights when we were young We bragged of things we'd never done We were dreamers, only dreamers And in our haste to grow too soon We left our innocence on Desert Moon We were dreamers, only dreamers On Desert Moon, on Desert Moon On Desert Moon, Desert Moon
I still can hear the whisper of the summer night It echoes in the corners of my heart The night we stood and waited for the desert train All the words we meant to say All the chances sw…
Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent’s eyes of blue, colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, weathered faces lined in pain, are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hands.
( Chorus )
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, and when no hope was left in sight, on that starry, starry night, you took your life, as lovers often do. but I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Hangin' round downtown by myself And I had so much time To sit and think about myself And then there she was Like double cherry pie Yeah there she was Like disco superfly I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting devious stares In my direction Mama this surely is a dream
Hangin' round downtown by myself And I had too much caffeine And I was thinkin' 'bout myself And then there she was In platform double suede Yeah there she was Like disco lemonade I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting devious stares In my direction Mama this surely is a dream Mama this surely is a dream I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting devious stares In my direction Mama this surely is a dream Mama this surely is a dream Yeah mama this must be my dream
Rick Derringer of The McCoys, "Rock & Roll, Hootchie Koo"
I couldn't stop moving when it first took hold It was a warm spring night at the old town hall There was a group called The Jokers they were laying it down But you know I'm never gonna lose that funky sound.
Rock and roll hoochie koo Truck on out and spread the news.
Mosquitoes start buzzing 'bout this time of year I'm going out back said she'll meet me there We were rolling in the grass that grows behind the barn You know my ears started ringing like a fire alarm.
Rock and roll hoochie koo Lordy mama light my fuse Rock and roll hoochie koo Truck on out and spread the news Yeah somebody say keep on rockin'?
I hope you all know what I'm talkin' about The way she wiggles that thing it really knocks me out Getting higher all the time I hope you all are too C'mon on a little closer gonna do it to you.
Rock and roll hoochie koo Lordy mama light my fuse Rock and roll hoochie koo Truck on out and sprea…
My latest read is Dangerous Games by Lora Leigh. This story is an erotic romance with BDSM theme. The hero is a Navy SEAL and the heroine is a DEA agent. I enjoyed. How could I not? Ever since Viggo Mortensen faced off with G.I. Jane, I've wanted one of my very own. ;)
The book got at least one not so pleasing reader review, and I don't think it was the books fault. I was wandering around Amazon.com and found on February 22, 2007 by April C. Faure (hard to link to those reviews, but you can get to the book's page through cover and look for the review if you're intersted). April said she was mislead by the cover. She didn't realize the book contained BDSM, and thought she was purchasing more mainstream romantic suspense.
I read this author and knew what I was in for. But that reader's point reminds me that when New York publishers started publishing erotic romance and picked up ePublished erotic romance authors, that they didn't pick up the ePublisher's ha…