Becoming something…

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A classic that doesn’t bode well on sexual rights. Think twice the next time you hear that “it’s cold outside.”
The dash (-) represents the split of conversation in the song.

“Baby It’s Cold Outside” lyrics:

I really can’t stay - Baby it’s cold outside
I’ve got to go away - Baby it’s cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you’d drop in
So very nice - I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what’s your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I’d better scurry - Beautiful, please don’t hurry
well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it’s bad out there
Say, what’s in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I’m gonna say that I tried - What’s the sense in hurting my pride
I really can’t stay - Baby don’t hold out
Ahh, but it’s cold outside

C’mon baby

I simply must go - Baby, it’s cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it’s cold outside
This welcome has been - I’m lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm — Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before

I’ve got to go home - Oh, baby, you’ll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It’s up to your knees out there
You’ve really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don’t you see - How can you do this thing to me
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can’t stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Brr its cold….
It’s cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well…..I really shouldn’t…alright

Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again….

(see: video in a previous entry)

This is how my summer went after graduation. I did a lot of nothing. I had a whole list of things to do while waiting for my job to start and not much got crossed off that list. Yet now, working nine to five, I still miss that space for a 40 oz. and the mid-afternoon to meet up together as one, don’t you?

Refrain (repeated)

Deep song during Mass for the very first bout,
The religiosity is seeping it.
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Filled with the reason of this rhyme.
Scripture searched youth for sexuality.
Deep song during Mass for the very first bout.

Hurt moved further in, buried in owned crime.
Gloating from lips flew song, hands clasped.
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Tandem steps for a communion mime,
the Body tasted like adhesive on a Post-it.
Deep song during Mass for the very first bout.

Illusion, always thinking parishioners took big gulps of the blood wine,
but they don’t. Ignorant of the wasted spirit.
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Praying really fit the game,
knees sore. God up-ended.
Deep song during Mass for the very first bout,
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Opportunity

I think I’ve been bitten.
Is that too personal?

Towers have fallen.
Is that cliche?

We think of peace. The moment.
Should we actually search for it?

Then I realize that
I’m becoming something.

It’s days like these.
That you think you should, do something.

I do. You do.
Just like we do anything.

This foundation is different.
Am I over using the metaphor?

Then I realize that
I’m becoming something.

The refrain is stronger than ever.
It feels newer each time it plays through.

Forget about everything else for just a moment, just as
a child’s eyes watch two opposite magnets slip past each other.