I was here when this was taped! Fun!! I really groaned when this chick got up on stage because the “i’m too fat” worksheet has been worked to death, but it was really good. This is only about 4 min of an hour piece of work. I love Byron Katie.
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Saturday’s on its way!
May 10, 2007The upcoming Boys’ Night Out show is getting a little exposure in the local media outlets. Maybe it’s the four homos on one stage idea?
Creative Loafing (scroll down to Sat.)
Peach Buzz to come! I guess there’s power in numbers!
ah who, who, who do you talk to you?
September 8, 2006Any Mary Margaret O’Hara fans out there?
UKRobbie turned me onto the singular pleasures of Miss America back in 1995, and then the album was already several years old. He also turned me on to this video of “Bodies In Trouble” a few weeks ago, so I thought I’d share…Thanks, Robbie!
awake, awake, i lie here thinking about the days when you were my confidant
February 22, 2006There’s a part of this story that makes me think of a line from one of my songs: “And I live at these crazy extremes just to feel anything.”
you’ll be fine in the morning, la dada la dada dada
February 22, 2006Sometimes I think I’m more of a two than a seven, but oh well.
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lucy was pretty, your best friend agreed
January 23, 2006When the emails start coming about "where are you?" — I know it’s time to make a post. 
Truth is, I’ve just been so busy the last week or so, I haven’t had much time to visit this space. It’s all been good stuff I’ve had to do, and, though formidable, I’ve been feeling very up to the challenges life has been throwing my way lately.
It’s been a great way to start 2006 — can you believe it’s already the 23rd? The month is nearly over!! CRAZY!!!!!! It reminds me of that Joni Mitchell line in "Circle Game":
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,"Take your time, it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down"…
Ain’t that the truth, people? Get ready for February!
i pray for love coming out alright, baby let’s go out tonight
October 19, 2005Got back from Chicago this week feeling like my ‘almost’ ear-infection was, now, in fact, a full-tilt-boogie infection. I was just at the doctor last week before I left, but I knew I had to go back. When I saw the doc this morning, he said my eardrums were almost ruptured. The flight back *was* grueling.
I’ve always been able to take physical pain in stride. Sure, I’ll cry when I watch “Notting Hill” but I can’t remember the last time I was even tempted to cry over a bodily hurt. But, as we made our descent into Atlanta, I had the most severe pain I’ve had in years — beginning at my ears and shooting down the side of my face into my shoulders. It was excruciating and I’m sure my neighboring passengers thought I was a nut. I thought I would cry, my eyes watered up, but in the end, I was able to keep it in check. Apparently, I was lucky they didn’t burst.
So I’ve spent the day in bed, partially drugged up, drinking fruit juice without worrying about the calories, fielding calls from friends wanting to come sit with me or bring me food or pick up whatever I need. I like to be left alone at times like this, for the most part. When BRL got his appendix removed a few years ago, we had a house guest scheduled to visit. I happened to need an emergency root canal that same day. The house guest called to say I’ll just stay home. Oh, but no, BRL wanted as much company around him as he got better; I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more but to curl up in bed, or watch tv, or surf the net, but I didn’t want to have to make conversations. But the caring calls are thoughtful and do make me feel better. Thanks — Say hi to my voicemail. 
I happened to be reading a book with a section on healing and illnesses on the plane ride home from chicago and it asked the question, “why do you get sick?” And, as I scanned over my life, I answered to myself: to have socially-sanctioned reason to slow down, or god forbid, stop. I tend to overbook, overplan, over-live. But lately, I have been stopping more and saying NO to things I don’t want to do and keeping better boundaries around all that and not returning every phone call and email within 10 minutes.
And, now, today, I get to really stop for 12 hours and do nothing….and i do feel better already, thanks for asking.
i need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
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i’d rather see you bare your soul
October 3, 2005Why does this not surprise me?
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well this life is a beautiful one…
September 30, 2005From Friday’s Feast….Eat up.
Appetizer
When was the last time you visited a hospital?
Unfortunately, I’ve logged more hours in hospitals than I would have ever wanted to, but the last time I was at one was for a joyous occasion: The birth of friend’s kid.
Soup
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how ambitious are you?
This is a hard question to answer because I never feel ambitious, but when I tell people this they say that I’m crazy. I like to stay busy and be creative, but there’s rarely a big game plan behind it, so to me, I feel about a 6 on the ambitious scale.
Salad
Make a sentence using the letters of a body part. (Example: (mouth) My other ukelele tings healthily.)
(Hand) He’s always nelly, dammit!
Main Course
If you were to start a club, what would the subject matter be, and what would you name it?
I’ve actually started a few clubs — one, in my early 20s, to discuss A Course In Miracles and another for The Artist’s Way in my mid-20s. These were not good experiences. I found that everyone wanted to push their way of thinking onto each other and had a hard time listening to opposing views. I have toyed with starting a writing group, but I think that’s crazy since I barely have time to wash my clothes and put on deodorant.
Dessert
What color is the carpet/flooring in your home?
Hardwood floors with various rugs, including a fun lime green shag rug that I love.
going down to the same old bar and you know i don’t even order anymore
September 27, 2005Ok, my long lost best friend for a week, JV, makes me sound like a professional flirt in this article she wrote recently. For the record, I did work in as an entertainment writer, so socializing became a semi-responsibility — and I do know lots of people. Flirting, or just a good-natured hello? You be the judge.
JV and I never talked since that weekend, but apparently our time together made an impression. I had no idea I was such a lothario. Funny, but what I remember about our time together was that I played JV a few songs and I could tell she really enjoyed them and she gave me good feedback on them. Weird, how memory works.
Good news is that we’ve reunited and I’ll be hanging with my homegirl on my Chicago trip in two weeks!
while i was watching you did a slow dissolve
September 24, 2005He’s just woken up from a nap taken during an afternoon marathon of "Absolutely Fabulous." He closes the door as I step inside and immediately stands on his tip toes to give me a soft, long "i’m so glad you’re finally here" kiss. He’s irresistable in his sleepy brown eyes and sweatpants. We stand there hugging for a while, no rush, despite the party we have to get ready for. His still-sleepy body leans heavily against me as I try to take off my shoes.
"Just bring your clothes and get ready over here," he says the day before. "We can shower together."
I pull away from him slightly and look tenderly into his sleepy face. There’s a line across his forehead from where he must have burrowed into the sofa cushion. He looks like a little boy, sad and lost. Suddenly, in my mind’s eye, I can see him at age 5…8…11. Hard and expressionless. I think, we’re mirrors, you and I.
"So what happened to you?" I wonder out loud. "Back then." I should stop the words, but I don’t. They just leak out against my will.
He cocks his head to my right, and I realize that he knows what I mean but that this is something about which we should not speak. I’ve crossed a line that we’ll never be able to cross back over. He looks mad, but then he smiles and hugs me so tightly I think he might crack one of my ribs. He grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa, still warm from his nappage. He lays me down and nuzzles on top of me. I think maybe he’ll just forget what I asked. I feel love surging out of me toward this almost stranger.
Earlier in the week, he’d taken me around his house in Grant Park and showed me photographs of his family. In one, his brother stands next to him, both of them wearing heavy winter coats and stoic expressions. A family portrait next to that one shows a stiff-looking foursome, nearly Republican in their rigidity. No forced smiles for the camera. Their expressions, each and every one of them, feels claustrophobic to me but something about their lack of smiles is also comforting and honest. He shows me another, him in college playing outside with a dog.
He’d never really been in a relationship before, he tells me earlier that picture-looking day on our way to breakfast. He’s never been in love before, either. I don’t think this is possible, I fall in love with something every day, but, in a surprising display of restraint, I don’t ask about it and try to take his statement at face value. I don’t attempt to dig for hidden meanings. This is rare.
We’d spent that morning in bed, lounging naked and talking about nothing in particular. He seems interested in me, but maintains a safe distance. We don’t talk about feelings, or matters of the heart, but instead, vacations, the concert at Chastain we’d gone to on our first date, the CD he suprised me with a few days ago, the party that was coming up. I want to learn how to be a mystery, not myself, so I try to not say much, make him wonder what’s on my mind.
"Remember when it started to rain and we made out under that big umbrella and drank two bottles of wine?" Of course I remember, it was only a few weeks ago. Despite being 30-years-old and three years my senior, he’s new at this, this language I’m most fluent in. His fingers trace my nipple; mine stroke his hair.
We’d met at a garden party a month or so earlier and he’d asked for my number. A friend talked him up so I found myself flirting. Not because I was especially interested but because I wanted him to be interested in me. He wasn’t my type; He had sandy brown hair and the look of a rough-around-the-edges Ivy Leaguer. He had tickets to see Crosby, Stills and Nash. I said I’d never seen them. I expected the call.
Back on his sofa the afternoon of the party, we fall asleep together then fool around for a while before taking a shower. I say, "Turn off the T.V." but he wants it on. He doesn’t like the sound of breathing, he says, but I think he is scared to be rid of the distraction. The studio audience’s laughter makes me uncomfortable, like they know something I only suspect.
We finish and get ready for the party. On the car ride, he goes cold. Gives one word answers. Now that he’s fully awake, he’s thinking about my question. He lets me fend for myself at the party and I know that I won’t be needing the overnight bag I brought. I berate myself internally for pushing, knowing that this is one of my weaknesses. Why do I have to ask so many questions? Why can’t I just let things reveal themselves in time?
I’m right, almost psychic sometimes, and I don’t sleep over that night. I pretend not to mind when he says his stomach hurts. Must be something I ate, he says. This is my karma, I say to myself, driving home.
He continues to call me even though we both know it is over. The twin towers fall while I’m getting my teeth cleaned that tuesday and he calls me in the afternoon to say he can’t be alone. I’m busy, I can’t talk now, I say from my work phone. Come over at 8.
He does. After watching several excruciating minutes of CNN, we walk to Blockbuster to rent Woody Allen’s "Manhattan." Like a man sitting down for his final meal, back at home I say, let’s watch it naked. I fiddle with the DVD in the player with my back towards him. He doesn’t answer but takes off his clothes and climbs on my sofa and removes the pillow so I can fit behind him. We’ve done this before; he knows how it works.
He turns to kiss me and I realize he just wanted the movie as a distraction. He can’t let himself feel me, I think. I don’t even know if I like him, I just want him to care about me. I think, I need to stop doing this. Why don’t I worry how I feel about him instead of the opposite. I feel stuck in my life.
Hours later, he leaves and says, I’ll call you, but we both know this is more of a pleasantry than a promise.
A few months later we run into each other at the scene of our first date. He is handsome and alone. He wants to talk. My new boyfriend comes over, I introduce them. When we are alone again he looks at me with a solemn expression and says, I hope you’re happy. I say I am.
"Do you believe in love?" he asks. "Romantic love."
"Yes," I say, though this is more programmed optimism than anything proof-based. He seems sad, and once again I want to ask, "What happened to you back then, in those wooden family photographs?" But this time I don’t ask, because I already know, and I know he knows I know. I go back to my seat and hold my boyfriend’s hand.
"Who was that?" my new boyfriend asks.
I want to say something funny like "Someone I used to know." Instead I practice telling the truth and answer, "Me, in reverse."
i’m too shy to show you my vulnerable side
September 24, 2005Appetizer
Name something someone has done lately that impressed you.
Someone initiated and carried on an adult conversation with me over a very nice and relaxing dinner. Very refreshing. Thanks, TH.
Soup I don’t know if it’s a ritual, but I have somethings I do before bed. I like to make sure my bed sheets and pillows are in order before I pile into it for the night. Then I like to read or write a little before I doze off. Sometimes I’ll do a worksheet on someone or something that is bothering me so I don’t bring the disturbance into sleep with me. I will also put on an evening meditation mp3 — guided relaxation, or breathing, etc. — and make sure the air conditioning is turned down pretty chilly. Salad I would like to experience winter in the Pacific Northwest. Main Course Last night with BN at On The Border. (Insert a cringe from Bill. Cringe….) Dessert
Do you have any relaxing rituals? If so, what are they?
If you could spend the winter season somewhere other than your current location, where would you choose to stay?
When was the last time you had dinner out, with whom, and what was the name of the restaurant?
If you had a boat, what would you name it?
Making Waves
i’m gonna love myself more than anyone else, i’m gonna treat me right
September 21, 2005A few things on the marvelous world wide web I thought I’d share:
*** A great article about the state of translucence…mentions Byron Katie… You know I love that.
*** How to make an apology from the heart. Very hard to do, but effective. I’d like to send this article to a few folks.
*** A potent poem on Slate: "Boyfriend Blues at 55" Click the audio link to hear the author read it. It’s delicious.
*** A nice interview with Tracy Chapman. Not loving her new CD as much as I’d hoped, but it will probably grow on my like her other discs have since "Matters of the Heart."
*** This audio set Bill loaned me is rocking my world. I can’t wait to send it to Fran…she’d love it. Go write down the bones, people!
i turn away from the wall, i stumble and fall, but i give you it all
September 20, 2005"This is the gayest thing I’ve ever done," I mumbled aloud to my best bud Bill last night as we waited in line at Tower Records for the midnight new releases.
The record store worker came up to us and asked what we were wanting to buy at midnight so they could get all the purchases ready at the counter. I hadn’t planned on this, this speaking the name of the disc out loud in public. Bill saw my mortification, so he put on a slightly stern and business-like voice and said, "Streisand."
"Dual-Disc or Regular?"
More panic.
"One regular. One dual-disc."
We were buying Barbra Streisand’s new CD, "Guilty Pleasures," and I was ashamed. Despite my earlier anticipation, suddenly, I felt dubious of the promised titular "Pleasures." To distract myself and others, I added two imports to my tally: Darren Hayes’ exquisite "Tension and the Spark," and a remix single of Feist’s "One Evening."
I remembered that the last time I was this embarrassed to make a purchase was when I was 10 years old and my sister sent me barefoot to the grocery store down the street, Loupe’s, to buy her a box of tampons and a Cosmopolitan magazine.
As I kept my eyes toward the ground waiting for the other record buyers to get their fix, I excavated bits of my retail archeology. It hit me: Most likely, my original purchase of the Streisand vinyl LP, "Guilty," was my first bit of conspicuous consumerism. I was eight years old and took all of the money I’d saved for records and picked up two copies. We already had an 8-track copy that would click annoyingly during my favorite songs, ruining them. I needed to experience these 9 selections as a two-sided long playing record — no imperfections, no interruptions from the tape deck. I’d listen to that recording over and over as my sister yammered on the telephone and I sat up waiting for my mother to get home from the second of her two jobs. I think all those lonely hours with Babs embedded my soul with an adult-contemporary melancholy.
"No, honey, you don’t need to buy two of these records," my mother said with surprising tenderness at the Woolco cash register 25 years ago. "You can’t play two at the same time."
"But if one of them breaks or gets a scratch, I want to make sure I have a back up," I insisted.
She relented.
If Suze Orman could have seen me then, she would have snatched that second album from my little paws and told me what that $8 could do for my retirement. Oh, but Suze Orman was not there, my family lived paycheck-to-paycheck, and I was happy happy. I even left one of those LPs wrapped in plastic until I went off to college and became too cool for Streisand’s sappy sensibilities.
Bill and I listened to the original "Guilty" CD last night as we tooled around town, stopping to eat Mexican food, singing along at the top of our lungs and killing time. Bill sang the Barbra parts with perfection, I did my best Barry Gibb impersonation. I was surprised by how many of the lyrics I remembered. We bonded.
Bill was surprised by my enthusiasm for his midnight Tower Records plan. After all, he’s the biggest North American fan of La Streisand, and I’ve always thumbed my indie-pop-rock nose at his Babs fetish.
"After she’s dead, they’ll realize how much they underrated her talent," he said in earnest on the drive home. Babs trilled like a mini-diva on the uptempo pseudo-dance number "Night of My Life" that played over the car stereo. I pictured the press photo he showed me earlier in the evening of Barbra with crimped hair.
Yet, despite her fashion and hair don’ts, I know he’s probably right.
I haven’t been able to listen to my copy of "Guilty Pleasures" fully yet, but when I get around to it, I’ll try to keep an open mind.
the blacker my heart, the deeper i feel
September 19, 2005A few weeks ago BN asked if I had any shows coming up and I said, "not really." Then in a week’s time, I have a lot of events on the books. Most of them are very short sets as part of a benefit or something like that, but the Piedmont Park thing will be an hour-long set and I’m looking forward to that a lot.
See below for more information on this Thursday’s benefit show for Theatre Outlanta at Jungle. I had such a great time at this event last year…such a diverse crowd and diverse performers, I loved the eclectic nature…it was wild. I think this year might be even better…Details from Theatre Outlanta below.
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Thurs., Sept. 22, 2005 at Jungle
2115 Faulkner Ave., Atlanta, GA 30309
Cost: $12
Act OUT! is back by popular demand in a bigger space, Jungle. Come have fun with us and see some of our favorite performers from last year and discover some great new performers – musicians, drag queens, drag kings, performance poets, burlesque and spoken word artists – while you help raise money for Theatre OUTlanta.
Last year’s Act OUT! was so much fun and so inspirational – for us, for the audience and for the performers – that we had to do it again. Being able to feature so much talent in one evening and bring together such diverse performers was an incredible experience, and this year’s line-up is just as exciting. Confirmed performers for this year include the Dixie Pistols and Miss Treah (burlesque), Classic City Kings (drag king troupe), Curtis Tention, Cara Page and Kathleen Delaney (spoken word), Kathryn Delacrus and Lucas Miré (singer/songwriter).
Act OUT! 2005 will also feature a raffle with prizes from area restaurants, theatres and businesses. Admission is $12 with raffle tickets available for $1 each or six for $5. Tickets may only be purchased at the door. A cash bar will be available. Show is for ages 21 plus. Jungle is located at 2115 Faulkner Avenue, off Cheshire Bridge Road and is wheelchair accessible.This is our major fundraising event of the year and all proceeds benefit Theatre OUTlanta.
and though it looks like rain, i’m not gonna cry because as the seasons are changing in your heart, so am i
September 19, 2005How do I know I need something? Here it comes. How do I know I don’t need something? There it goes.
My head is pounding from Ms. Stipes’ mega-margs from last night. But it was SUCH a fun time. The night was perfect. Kickoff drinks with Brad and Scotty, where I debuted my new songs for them before the rest of the ruggers showed up. Brad made amazing sangrias and margaritas and I pretended I was back home in Lafayette, La., at LaFonda and made a half-and-half…half frozen marg, half sangria. Deelish! BLT and I have dubbed sangria ‘satin’s urine,’ a phrase I stole from Bridget in Bridget Jones’ Diary, because that stuff will leave you incapacited the next day.
Anyway, then I headed over to the "Stripes" where TS grilled out, made some AMAZING ribs, and we hung out with JoBeth and a few new friends. Near the end of the night, and amid about 25 candles, I performed four songs for the group and it felt really good. RS requested my cover of Michelle Branch / The Wreckers "The Good Kind," so I kicked off with that, then she requested "City Lights," which I haven’t played in forever but I remembered all the words and chords, then for myself and thinking about JaCo, I did a mournful version of "Push/Pull," before wrapping up with RS’s fave "Swallowed Whole." I love sharing the music like that in such an intimate setting when the mood is perfect and everyone is relaxed and in a listening mode. It was a spectacular evening all around.
Earlier in the day, I went to see Australian songstress Missy Higgins perform at Ella Guru. She did four songs — she played piano while a guitarist accompanied her. She took all my requests and played "Ten Days" — which always makes me think of Juan Carlos. Then "Sound of White," then "Katie," then "Scar." She sounded incredible and was a very sweet young lady. You can tell she’s a strong person who makes up her own mind about things. I think she’ll be really popular one day. I’ll post a photo later.
Before Missy Higgins, I went to look at more condos. I found one I really digged…as I’m looking around, planning out my new life, another agent walks in with some people and signs a contract with them! It seems like in all areas of my life right now, I keep learning the deepest meaning of my favorite mantra: "That which is meant for me cannot pass me by." I am really trying to live that these days… How do I know I need something? Here it comes. How do I know I don’t need something? There it goes.
Buying a home evokes such a weird feeling in my stomach. I was pretty vomitacious all morning… I think partly because it seems like such a HUGE commitment and even though I know it’s not necessarily true, it seems to symbolize that BL and i will really be over, for good, for real this time, done, put a fork in it. That seems so scary to me, even though I know we’ll both be fine, it just seems intense and overwhelming to think about. Of course, he says that that’s not true, but nonetheless it still adds another layer of complication to whatever happens. Ashley said I shouldn’t feel like I’m going to vomit when I’m looking at houses, but I think it may be part of the process. We’ll see. I didn’t ACTUALLY vomit, so maybe that’s a good sign.
i see the punch come but i just don’t feel it, i want to believe but i just don’t believe it
September 16, 2005Have you ever felt like a song was following you around?
Like everywhere you turn, this stalker song, which is coincidentally highly applicable to your life at that time, seems to always be playing. You go to the mall and it’s playing in the store you’re in, and you get in the car and it’s on your radio and you’re in the restaurant and it comes over the muzak and you turn on your iPod nano and it starts playing?
I have had one of those songs since Wednesday afternoon. It’s a song I’ve obviously heard before, but never actively sought out to hear — despite the fact that I own it. The thing about these stalker songs is that they seem to speak to you, like a little message from whatever version of god in which you may or may not believe.
The particular song I’m talking about in this post is "Follow Through" by Gavin DeGraw. Today, while having lunch with BC, it came on and we just burst out laughing because it will NOT stop following me. Thank goodness it’s a good song, just perhaps a little too close to home this week, since there is someone in my life who ISN’T following through. Ah, life. Ah, youth.
Follow Through
Oh, this is the start of something good,
Don’t you agree?
I haven’t felt like this in so many moons,
You know what I mean?
And we can build through this destruction,
As we are standing on our feet.
So, if you want to be with me,
You’ll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around.
I’ll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
You have to follow through.
These reeling emotions they just keep me alive,
They keep me in tune.
Oh, look what I’m holding here in my fire,
This is for you.
Am I too obvious to preach it?
You’re so hypnotic on my heart.
So, since you want to be with me,
You’ll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around.
I’ll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
You have to follow through.
The words you say to me are unlike anything that’s ever been said.
Ahh, and what you do to me is unlike anything that ever been.
Am I to obvious to preach it?
You’re so hypnotic on my heart.
So, since you want to be with me, And I, all I really want is you, Oh, this is the start of something good.
You’ll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
You to stick around.
I’ll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
You have to follow through.
Don’t you agree?
god, this road is long — and surrounded by a wall — but i won’t leave until i turn to find you gone
September 15, 2005Tegan and Sara shuffled into Enzo earlier today and reminded me how essential "So Jealous" is to any music collection. (If you can see them live, good gravy their drummer is H-O-T!) This one song was speaking to me today:
Speak Slow
you wait up for me, I don’t wake up for you
would you like the company, or are you sick of me
when your love lets you go, you only want love more
even when love’s not what you were looking for
speak slow, tell me love where do we go… ah ah
where do we go…ah ah, where do we go?
you break down and plead your case, I don’t know what to say
I leave my heart all this pain and now I’m at it all again
on these streets that I leave for weeks on end, who’s to blame
when you want love, it doesn’t matter what you’re looking for
speak slow, tell me love where do we go… ah ah?
where do we go… ah ah, where do we go?… ah ah
speak slow, tell me love where do we go?… ah ah
where do we go… ah ah, where do we go?
speak slow!
i’m so far away and I just can’t see you
I’m so far along and I just don’t need you
I am so ah-alone, so ah-alone i am so ah-alone, so ah-alone
i’m so far away and I just can’t see you I’m
so far along and I just don’t need you
I am so ah-alone, so ah-alone i am so ah-alone, so ah-alone
when your love lets you go you only want love more
even when love is not what you were looking for
when your love lets you go you only want love more
even when love’s not what you were looking for
speak slow, tell me love where do we go… ah ah?
where do we go… ah ah, where do we go?… ah ah
speak slow, tell me love where do we go… ah ah?
where do we go?… ah ah, where do we go?
speak slow!
speak slow!
