Lips Like Sugar
Talks of peace being trodden!!!
Eyes fixate on the stark white sails slicing across the bay, setting sun reflecting off the windows of homes high in the Oakland hills like a thousand flickering campfires.
Ears fixate on old songs spilling out of the house, Echo & the Bunnymen, lips like sugar, sugar kisses! The Promise, promises when you're in doubt, look around, and I'll be there, sings When in Rome, those smoldering eyes and shadows on those devasting shoulders, elbows and knees, falling in love with an album cover! What'd he say? Some days better off dead? If when, why, what? Those Pet Shop Boys know that West End town, those West End girls! The Fixx, hauntingly, singing while foreign affairs are screwing rotten, line morale has hit rock bottom, talks of peace being trodden. When, then, today? What's changed? Mind drifts back to dancing in that club just off Copley Square, hot, sweaty, crowded, loud and outstanding. David Byrne & Talking Heads reminds me of the light in her eyes, this must be the place, home! Someone licks the wick of the sun, it's done for another day. Sailboats tuck their sails, the bay grows quiet and dark, the heat recedes and fog recalibrates everything.
Dang, Rich, we should compare music libraries! Isn't it like taking a vacation, listening to our old tunes? Sometimes, we're sweating in a club, sometimes we're lost in a kiss, sometimes we're in a town or a park or a pair of arms we had long ago forgotten. Food for the soul. Thank you for this one, especially.
“Someone licks the wick of the sun” !!
Love that line, Rich. Memories of the way we were.