Revolutions

Once upon a time, I was inspired… a blast from the past because I just found your letters to Wilhemina. ~ kei

The Eclectic Poet

Talking to you has been like… what? It’s like you’ve dropped a diamond-tipped stylus into the grooves of my brain.

I was still finding my music when we met, not a Stones girl yet… Oh, but you have no idea how many Divinyls moments you caused. Cause. I could listen to this all night. On repeat. You were so sweet… An A+ honour roll boy with a streak of sensuality that was metres deep. Singing to me…

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker, good girl, Daddy’s daughter.

Round and round my thoughts go… this is one of my favourite songs. Anyone else listening to this could tell by the pops and crackles… That melody though? Still clear as HD, gets right inside to the core of me, makes my blood sing and I can’t help but dance. You are like fucking electricity. I’m powered up, spinning like 33 1/3 rpms. On…

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Revolutions

Talking to you has been like… what? It’s like you’ve dropped a diamond-tipped stylus into the grooves of my brain.

I was still finding my music when we met, not a Stones girl yet… Oh, but you have no idea how many Divinyls moments you caused. Cause. I could listen to this all night. On repeat. You were so sweet… An A+ honour roll boy with a streak of sensuality that was metres deep. Singing to me…

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker, good girl, Daddy’s daughter.

Round and round my thoughts go… this is one of my favourite songs. Anyone else listening to this could tell by the pops and crackles… That melody though? Still clear as HD, gets right inside to the core of me, makes my blood sing and I can’t help but dance. You are like fucking electricity. I’m powered up, spinning like 33 1/3 rpms. On my iPhone.

Memories, just memories, but I still shiver with Antici… pation.

I was your Wilhemina Venom and you were my Peter Gunn. Working on a case, maybe just this basketcase. Damn! You look fine in a hat but it was the brain underneath that was so goddamn sexy. Three miles of legs, hey football boy, Dance This Mess Around.

Moves like Jagger, smoother, better. Do you ever Picture My Face?

When I think about you, it’s music. It’s music and sex and you really were Like A Hurricane, fucked like a record… two sides,  flip me over, extended play… do you think those residence walls still echo with our voices? No food, just drinking, music, sex… That stylus is skipping now; the repeat is damn fine, do it again. I swear I can still feel you, your back wet with sweat, the only thing keeping us together were my ankles round your neck…

My Punk Rock King, my skinny college boy dream…

You were everything I wanted but it wasn’t meant to be… Who’s the fucking moron who orchestrated you crossing my path when I wasn’t ready? There’s that pop and crackle again, a shift into Lips Like Sugar and just like any favourite tune… My synapses fire under that diamond-tipped stylus and I’m lost in the revolutions, the contortions and contusions…

I’m your Wilhemina Venom and you’re my Peter Gunn.

~ kei
21 December 2013

A New Song

I cannot live my life as a man of constant sorrow

I like to believe that the sun will come up tomorrow

The wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’

And life, it keeps me yearnin’

People say I’m just a fool in the rain

Perhaps, but I’m never goin’ back again

I’ve emptied my pockets, put 3 dimes down

Gonna buy my happiness, lose this frown

I’m not talking somewhere over the rainbow

All I want is no more tears

Guess you could say this is the story of a girl

Whose ready to try livin’ on a prayer

You In Music

C’mon Baby, let’s you and me get our kicks
Go and get our kicks On Route ’66

Take my hand, we’re gonna run honey child
‘Cause Darlin’ we were Born To Be Wild

Let’s leave tonight, not a moment too soon
Meet me at the crossroads on Harvest Moon

We’ll be so happy, never be down
Backpacking around London Town

And you know we’re always gonna be all right
Holding each other In The Still Of The Night

It’s just so easy for me to paint you in song
‘Cause you’re the one Baby, that I Dream On

One Line At A Time

Dance little sister dance
I’m your puppet on a string
Magic Man wants the fantasy
He can’t handle the real thing

All I want to do is make love to you
And you’re so vain
I keep running up that hill
But the song remains the same

Give me one reason to stay here
Dance this mess around
These boots were made for walking
I’m heading for higher ground

I’m on fire for you baby
And you’re so cold
So bring me dead flowers
When I lay in fields of gold