Night Train

[KB.]

Night Train

A friend of mine who I have never met, recently told me she thought I might like Amos Lee, "Also, have you heard Amos Lee? One of his songs came on the radio today and I thought you'd like him." that was what she said. I asked her which song she heard that she thought I might like and I would start from there. She told me the song was "Supply and Demand", but for me to start with "Arms of a Woman". I listened to those two songs, in the order suggested, and then I downloaded 22 more songs. Amos Lee get out of my head, too much sh!t to trip over up there. I wish I could sing; I'd trade my left big toe to be able to carry a tune. Just thought I would share that. I got an email from someone today that had never listened to Norah Jones, but due to a couple stories of mine was glad he found her, she was keeping him company on his drive to and from home. I did it all for you Norah, remember that. Sweet Pea, you are the only reason I keep on coming home.

Amos Lee has almost 66 thousand friends on his Myspace page, well 65,431. All his friends, they are searching for a part like the world is a stage, they all have broken hearts. I sent Mr. Lee a message, you think he reads them? I told him I was writing a story about his songs, that I would make sure to note that a lot of the parts of this story would contain lyrics of his. <-- See I told you I would. Keep it loose child, you got to keep it tight.

Music means a lot to me, I use a lyric, or set a mood with a song title in almost every story I write, a soundtrack if you will. Music means a lot to most of the people I hold dear in my heart. Even the ones I haven't met. It ranges from Tupac and "I Ain't Mad at Cha'" to that old Southern Baptist hymn, "Just as I am". Diversity is the spice of life; I taste cinnamon and paprika. I have an old friend; she likes to send me random (yeah right) songs and asks me what I think. Sometimes I answer, sometimes I just counter with a song for each of hers. Sometimes I just don't want to think. It makes me uneasy; but give me the Arms of a Woman, and I am at ease. I spend most days afraid of the ghosts in my head. I have been working on a Night Train, been drinking coffee and taking cocaine (not really); I am out here on a Night Train, trying to get us safely home.

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This really isn't a story, it is more of a "I don't know what to write, but ain't going to let that stop me from using up bandwidth" type thing.

I use a lot of allusions, imagery, and am aware of alliteration I unusually use. I go through metaphors like cheap cigarettes. I talk about things that may not make sense to some folks, but I like that. If you pay attention like one Southern Girl does, you will get it. It makes me feel right; the road has begun to move beneath my feet.

Crispy chicken sandwiches remind me of Joanie's, which I also call the center of the universe; reubans remind me of my Father, White Russians can be two different things, one a man that changed his ways, and one a thing that goes by Melpomene. When I say "an old friend" it refers usually to someone I have known for years, but wasn't really friends with till recently. Muse, can be singular, or encompass a dozen different things, watch capitalization for the key. The same goes for sirens; they and the muses cross paths and become one on occasion. When I say I want Norah Jones to serenade me in a suit she got for her birthday, I mean just that. If I capitalize Flea, I am talking about the sister of a woman who referred Amos Lee to me. I will on occasion rhyme. Kenneth Coles remind me of a woman in Houston who talked about killing me in her sleep. She wore Gucci, but told me Kenneth Cole was good enough. They remind me money is nice, but really doesn't mean sh!t in the end. Thank God for outlet stores. I buy my clothes at the Goodwill. Khalil Gibran reminds me of finding old books my Father had, and they remind me of the Father of a friend, who didn't know I liked reading Gibran so much, but bought me a nice book for a birthday because he thought I might. I am weak for cheesecake because of the daughter of that Father. She cooked three for me because she didn't think the first two were good enough, I got to keep them all though. When I eat a piece now, it reminds me of long ago birthdays, women who care enough to try harder than most, and how nasty I can be to people I care about if I am not aware of myself. I talk about how skinny I am a lot; I used to be the total opposite. There never is a middle for long.

Amos Lee has been working on a Night Train; he has Seen It All Before. Amos Lee is Dreamin' about the Arms of a Woman, Love in the Lies. He Shouts Out Loud as the Soul Suckers drag him to the Black River in The Bottom Of The Barrel. He was Careless; The Wind brought A Long Line of Pain at the Speed of Sound. Amos Lee was only looking for a Southern Girl, a Sweet Pea, to sing him a Lullabye, and tell him the Truth. All My Friends, told him to Give It Up; they Sympathize. They told him to Keep It Loose and Keep It Tight. Freedom after all was just a matter of Supply And Demand.



For those of you smart enough to pay attention to details, and then count; I downloaded one song twice.

KB

Listen to some Amos Lee, I listed 23 songs there, the man tells a story in every one of them. Hell I told a story about myself using just the titles.

[KB.]

The myspace inbox lit up on that one. I wonder if I should post that as a comment on Mr. Lee's page. Anything I can get sued for in there?

[KB.]

I wasn't planning on it really, but since you said not to I am going to now. <-- Just kidding, maybe?

[KB.]

Actually I was informed by the sister of Flea, that basically once it is on the internet it is copyrighted. You can have it copyrighted other ways, but that is all it takes. Hell one place I put some stories up when you hit send it just plops the copy right a the bottom of the story.

[KB.]

almostfamous;635518 wrote: Flea? from Medina? I used to ride atv's with a guy named Steve aka Flea.


You obviously didn't pay attention to the above story, or you would know better. This was a test.

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