tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262889492903842052.post3160952948313991011..comments2016-02-09T05:04:04.837+02:00Comments on Vicky-my corner-Vicky: Sorrowelseleniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517124380036627186noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262889492903842052.post-63364161955119204632012-02-24T19:32:36.986+02:002012-02-24T19:32:36.986+02:00Very nice song by Dory Previn , a poetic ballad wi...Very nice song by Dory Previn , a poetic ballad with cool rythm and a real meaning ..it relaxed me listening the lyrics <br /><br />To say the truth i was depresed by my country news , no jobs ,anarchy ..<br /><br />so i hoped for a better future for all of us . cause we have so many dreams to come them true..elseleniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11517124380036627186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262889492903842052.post-82013871724208895192012-02-19T21:03:15.546+02:002012-02-19T21:03:15.546+02:00Angels And Devils The Following Day
by Dory Previ...<b>Angels And Devils The Following Day </b><br />by Dory Previn<br /><br />Loved I two men equally well<br />Though they were different as heaven and hell<br />One was an artist<br />One drove a truck<br />One would make love<br />The other would fuck<br /><br />Each treated me the way he knew best<br />One held me lightly<br />One bruised my breast<br />And I responded on two different levels<br />Like children reacting to angels<br />And devils<br /><br />One was a poet who sang and read verse<br />One was a peasant who drank and who cursed<br />Before you decide who’s cruel and who’s kind<br />Let me explain what I felt in my heart and my mind<br /><br />The artist was tender but suffered from guilt<br />Making him sorry the following day<br />And he made me feel guilty the very same way<br />In his bed on the following day<br /><br />The other would take me and feel no remorse<br />He’d wake with a smile in the bed where we lay<br />And he made me smile in the very same way<br />In his bed the following day<br /><br />The blow to my soul by fear and taboos<br />Cut deeper far than a bodily bruise<br />And the one who was gentle hurt me much more<br />Than the one who was rough and made love on the floorJohn from Chicagonoreply@blogger.com