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THE HIDDEN MEANING BEHIND PILLOW TALK (PART ONE)
TRACK JACKETS &  BAD HABITS
PARDON ME
ASPIRIN

THE HIDDEN MEANING BEHIND PILLOW TALK (PART ONE)

I've had dreams of your name
daydreams of exchange
exchanging of facts
exact facts, let's relax
react to these acts
actions cause tractions
non-fiction, hard diction
picture my words, envision this image
imagine this magic
magicians; you're trippin'
drop acid, eyes placid
and your thoughts start slippin'
slip off this fabric, slip of the tongue
slight drop in pace, slide down of your palm
forfeit your sight, ears to hear songs
changes in tempo, changes in calm
longing for start ‘ling, rewrite, just think twice
remember September you felt so together
fresh faces, fresh phases
you burned all those letters
let us recall how you swooned in June
taste it, smell it, it all felt so new
you knew of it's last
last bets, true double
twice as much work
for three times the trouble
you're troubled, you're scattered
you fall like these leaves
you hardly recall
me calling those eves'
eve's hallowed and christened
they're much like yourself
but never once did you ask for my help
you've always been tall,
you reached for that shelf
piles of data, piles of charts
charter these waters, the waters will part
portions of thoughts, we'll travel our minds
the subconscious being, the unconscious lies
we'll lie next to science, chemistry our wall
I'll then share with you, I've dreamt of this all

TRACK JACKETS &  BAD HABITS

Your counsel gathers, got yo' back sights fit
Illuminating your pride, making Rome of mine
Yes, a suggestion of green flies through me,
thoughts of your counsel playing off as well.
This tinge still stands with me now
the night having been long over!

I wonder how it will be now...
Will it continue like this?
Will I sit next to you day after day
mouthing silent prayers to myself?
A quick hustle to become a dam?
Shall I break in your presence?
Your mouth will it move to me?
Three words a day, a week,
soon enough a month?
Will it continue like this?

You said this would complicate us.
Indeed!
This is complication at its best.
But is it all on me?
Can you take blame?
Is it all on me?
Well, what of you?

We'll role-play.
Who is the victim today?
Who will take offense and who will take cover?
I'd offer a bomb shelter but...
I wouldn't miss this show for my life:
Watching as your counsel is helpless
.Just.like.you.
.Just.as.I.

We will all fade out soon enough
But I swore [still swear]
We could have made it!
We would've shouted checkmate!
But no, you've your counsel now
And I've but one response
Oh, but darling, you look yellow in the limelight.

PARDON ME

Excuse me, but I just need a moment to breathe                                                                         

Just a moment to collect myself, my thoughts,
                                                your eyes.
Just a moment, please.

Okay, now that I've got your attention,
I think I want to prepare you a bit.

This might be life changing.

You could fall in love these next few lines;
                you could fall asleep at my soothing voice.
You might be intrigued by what I have to say
                and hang on my ev-er-ree sil-uh-bull
or I could loose you in this language and
                you could find something better to do with your time
than listen to a wide girl with plain hair and eyes
                talk about what's on her mind.

But!

At some level, we will connect
                Whether or not with earned respect
you could lend your thoughts and ears
                your eyes, bored sighs, or laughing tears.
Or you could communicate that you would
                rather not like to communicate
you'd rather commute or compute
                not be confused by this simple girl with her
simple thoughts and
                maybe not so simple,
but not that hard,
                words, and tone, and emotion...
because that's all this is:
my thoughts...
       my words...
          m y  t o n e...
              my emotions...
                    and my delivery.

So sign off on this package, and let's get going,
 I think I'm boring myself.

ASPIRIN (click here to hear)

Cindy Mercer-Sandella

 I've got a headache of the best kind
your mind on my mind
I rewind dialogue drives
hidden meaning behind
capitalized characters
we could write a novel the way we speak
tones, blend, star in plays, moves not weak
sounds drown out our world
just us, us vs. the world
a battle of the spoken word
categorized and alphabetized
and memorized, mesmerized
the look, these eyes,
your place, these tastes,
acquired, desired, not soon to be tired
I promise, I cross, I hope, I'll live
I'll hand it over 'til there's nothing to give
take past mistakes, erase, replace, renew
I swear I'm going to, yes, just for you
you'll read this and think, 'let time tell what's up'
you'll use some term I'll have to look up
heartache isn't a key term
we can learn, I can learn
read books to stop these shakes
hit the brakes, we all make mistakes
perfection's got a mind of it's own
forget what we've been shown, told,
we'll teach ourselves this brand new cold
we'll delight in warmth, in ourselves
this winter's fire's all I'll tell
I've told you once, always again,
I'm willing to work, we can try this blend
medication mixes much likes discs
to cure this ache that's in my head.