song of the week: deep purple, soldier of fortune
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya2Ix9JoHG8
boy, a grand old rock song with footage from my favourite game. this is so good it should be illegal.
i have often told you stories about the way
i lived the life of a drifter, waiting for the day
when i'd take your hand and sing you songs and maybe you would say
come lay with with and love me, and i would surely stay
my head's in a mess. besides that, calm. i figure i'm waiting, but for what? i guess it's a keener kind of waiting, which is to say i think it's closer. again, for what? and this time i can't answer. i can't say. impossible to say.
i accept it as the price to pay for liking someone. to call it hidden costs would over-simplify the idea, but it's no less correct from a bemused point of view. dismay, at a moment's notice.
so i am not so steady after all. it was probably, certainly, easier when i didn't entertain the idea of girls. it was then an illusion to think that i was, okay.
and that is not to say that my foundations are not built on solid rock. but it is accurate to say that i saw the wind and began to sink. nor is it to say that i left home with my share, but it is accurate to say that thorns grew with me. neither would i agree that i worried or ran after things (as a pagan), but i would say that my heart was not always with the treasure in the field.
so help me, Lord. take this cup away, yet not my will, etc.
but i feel i'm growing older
and the songs that i have sung echo in the distance
like the sound of a windmill going round
guess i'll always be a soldier of fortune
i'm not ready to quit. but i was hoping it would be easier. i guess it's not a strategic patience but a tactical patience i'm for.
and i think you could see it in my eyes.
