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I am so music addicted, it’s like I need my daily fix.  I cruise iTunes like a creep on the street, around every curve and bend in the electronic road to find something that jacks my jill.  Tonight I found one to dedicate to the former man of my life, otherwise known as the ex.  This one sounds lighthearted….in the past I was ”pathologically addicted to what we call a “dick head”. 

I’m not much for dope or drink
And that’s thanks to Dr. Shrink
But one thing I can’t kick is
I can’t kick a man

I’m pathologically addicted
To what we call a “dick head”
Cheaters and liars seem to light my fire
And god, I gotta get clean

So I did, yeah, I did

I took a bath with a sociopath
I took a bath with a sociopath
And I’ll be sorry, but for now I’ll laugh about it
All night long

‘Cause I like a little coffee with my cream
I like a little dirty with my clean
And my baby’s really filthy
My baby’s really somethin’
And my baby can dysfunction

I took a bath with a sociopath
I took a bath with a sociopath
And I’ll be sorry, but for now I’ll laugh about it
All night long

‘Cause I like a little coffee with my cream
I like a little dirty with my clean
And my baby’s really filthy
My baby’s really somethin’
And my baby can dysfunction

I took a bath with a sociopath
I took a bath with a sociopath
And I’ll be sorry, but for now I’ll laugh about it
All night long

-Anya Marina

A section of the fence fell down today and it kinda sorta rained a little bit, I think.  And I found another song that made my toes curl.  I’m a music junkie lately.  Even more so than “reading” I am lost in melody.

YOU AND ME

I won’t tell anybody
I swear to keep it a secret
You and me
We can be alone
Walking through a world of our own

I don’t care what they say but
I don’t want to hear their opinions
You and me
We can be alone
Walking through a world of our own

Don’t think it’s only silly
If I go you’re gonna miss me
You and me
We can be alone
Walking through a world of our own
Walking through a world of our own

Jesse Harris

Well I broke, I wrote a song
About our love, and how its strong
How your kisses keep me warm.
And even when I make you cry,
I’ll still sing you lullabies.
Make those grey clouds bright blue skies.
Because you’re the cocaine in my veins.

This is something I regret
Not confessing how I felt,
How my heart beats quicker still.
So melt your body into mine,
Become as one over time,
Lord shake her bones and make her mine.
Because you’re the cocaine in my veins.

And darlin the dirt beneath your feet,
And the scars that line your knees,
Are what keep me moving on, are what keep me moving on.
When broken down out on the streets,
And not a sign that I can see
You’re the compass that I need.

You’re the cocaine inside my blood stream
You’re the bright light, the constant moon beam
You’re the north wind that will carry me home.

You’re the woman I’ve been looking for
Because you’re the cocaine in my veins

- Joshua James

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love

Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me

I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create

Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then

Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place

As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy

My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really

Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told

You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again

My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
I
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

jose nunez

His music is soothing, calming, beautiful….melodic.  Well written. I wish I had written these lyrics.

“And the hurt that made you humble wanna write about

Is the love that made you crumble from the inside out” -rich price  

The other day I called my ex-husband just to tell him something.  It wasn’t about my son. It was something that I wanted probably to boast about.  His response was cheerful and he was happy for me.  I wish I could lie and say it didn’t matter, but it did.  It mattered and it was ok.  It was like opening a yearbook and remembering …finally…something good.

And I turned my car around that bend 

One moment made me release the pain amen 

Instead of seeing hell in the rearview mirror 

I saw the future, bright and beautiful again 

I put my foot on the pedal 

And pushed down swift 

I turned my gaze from the past 

And I moved on, seemingly quick 

Acceptance that it’s ok 

For me to carry a piece on and on 

It’s not necessary 

to cut off, and ok that something’s gone 

Independence tattooed her name 

Deep on my soul 

Trepidation left me speechless 

But now I am whole