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“…There Were Moments Of Gold… There Were Flashes Of Light… There Were Things I’d Never Do Again… But Then They Always Seemd Right…” –PANDORA’S BOX (“It’s All Coming Back To Me Now” (1989))
“…There Were Nights Of Sacred Pleasure…
…It Was More Than Any Laws Allow…
…Baby, Baby…”
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“IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW” Was Originally Released By The Band PANDORA‘S BOX On The Album “ORIGINAL SIN” In 1989 !!!
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“…If I Kiss You Like This…
…And, If You Whisper Like That…
…It Was Lost Long Ago…
…But, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…
…If You Want Me Like This…
…And, If You Need Me Like That…
…It Was Dead Long Ago…
…But, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…
…It‘s So Hard To Resist…
…And, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…
…I Can Barely Recall…
…But, IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW! …”
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Alright, My Peeps…
…I Know, I Know…
…Call-Out The Lame Police On Me, This Morning.
I Know, I Know.
But, Hell, It Happens To Everyone At Some Point…
…Right???
RIGHT!!!
Now, I’m Not Going To Try To Defend My Position On This Song…
“IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW“
by PANDORA‘S BOX
…I’m Really Just Going To Let The Song And The Lyrics Speak For Themselves.
I Awoke With This Song Playing In My Ear, As I Managed To Fall Asleep (again) With My MP3Player Blaring Some Of My Favorite Jams.
I Know There Are Other Versions Of This Little Number…
…But, Honestly, This Is The One I Remember Most…
…And, This Is The One I Enjoy Most.
Again, I Know, I’m Lame.
My Bad, My Peeps.
My Bad, Indeed.
But, When I Awoke, With This Song Cranking Away, I Simply Felt Powerless.
I Was Caught Within Its Grasp.
So, I Listened To It.
And Then Again.
And Again.
Finally, Before Things Got Out Of Hand, I Knew The Only Way I’d Get It Out Of My Head Was To Blog ’bout It.
It At Least Had The Most Potential For Successfully Getting It Unstuck.
Sadly (or happily depending on your view) It Isn’t Working.
I’m Still Listening.
I’m Still Singing Along.
I’m Still Wishing I Could Properly Say All I’d Like To Say, Right Now.
But, I Know I Can’t.
I’ll Just Say This Is A Song That Feeds My Happiness…
…And Makes Me Smile To (apparently) No End.
Yeah, It’s A Cheesy Song.
Yeah, It’s Probably Not The Best Version.
Yeah, I Don’t Really Give A Rat’s Ass Either Way.
What I Can (and will) Say, Is That I’m In Such A Quality Place, Mentally And Emotionally, Right Now.
Feelings I Haven’t Felt In Seemingly Forever Continue To Bubble-Up To The Surface.
I Feel Good.
I Feel Happy.
I Feel Cared For.
I Feel Connected.
How On Hell’s Half-Acre Could I Even Consider Letting Those Feelings Slip Away?
EXACTLY, My Peeps, I CAN’T.
I WON’T.
Said Feelings Simply FEEL Amazing To Me.
I’m Content, Kiddies.
I’m Finally Content.
And, While This May Not Last, I’m Not Going To Knock-It.
I’ve Wanted To Feel This Way For So SO LOOOOONG.
How Could I Give It Up?!?
Again…
…I CAN’T And I WON’T.
Period.
This Song May Be Total Cheese-Balls…
…But It DOES FIT With My Current Mental And Emotional States.
That’s Good Enough To Make It Blog-Worthy, Right???
RIGHT!!!
😀 😀 😀
Please Enjoy Your Day, My Peeps.
The Weekend Is Upon Us.
Let’s Make It A Good One.
We Deserve That.
We Totally, TOTALLY DO, My Peeps.
Totally.
My Tired Eyes: Or, How Bradley Learned To Continue Worrying And Became Rutger Hauer
Oh, These Winter Blues.
Oh, How They Really Do Love Me.
Well…
…It, Honestly, Feels More Like They Really Hate Me.
Like, Really REALLY Hate Me…
…A Lot.
As I Told A Friend The Other Night…
…I Looked At My Eyes And I Said…
“I Look Tired.”
Not “Sleepy”…
…But “Tired.”
There IS A Difference.
A Difference I’m Sure Y’all Would Be Able To Distinguish Between.
I Also Told Him That My Eyes Have Seen Enough To Be Worth Four (4) More Pairs Of Them.
I’ve Seen Things With These Eyes That Would Stagger Some People.
I’ve Seen Things I’ll Never Be Able To Forget, No Matter How Hard I Try.
Exceptional Things.
Terrible Things.
Happy Things.
Horrid Things.
Some Of Which I Can Discuss, These Days.
Most Of Which I Could Never Discuss, Regardless Of The Day.
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[[[—Right Now, Honestly, I Feel Like RUTGER HAUER At The End Of “BLADE RUNNER” When He’s On The Building’s Rooftop With HARRISON FORD.
“I’ve Seen Things You People Wouldn’t Believe…“
Ya Know It?!
The One RUTGER Eventually Closes Out By Saying:
“…All Those Moments Will Be Lost In Time, Like Tears In Rain. Time To Die.”
EXCEPT, I’m Not Dying.
AND, I Don’t I Have A Bird To Play With And Fondle.
AND, I’m Not A Replicant.
BUT, Otherwise, I’m Totally RUTGER HAUER.—]]]
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But, They Are Tired, My Peeps.
They’re So SO Tired.
And, The More They See, The More They Experience, The More Tired They Make The Rest Of Me.
The Eyes Are Very Powerful.
Windows Into The Soul, And What-Not.
Winter Days, Like The Past Few, Really Do Bring Out My Mopey, Down-Trodden Self.
While My Very First Memory Is Of A Smell…
…Most Of My Memories Are Of That Which I’ve Witnessed.
Of Which I’ve Seen, Up-Close, In Person, Nothing Edited.
Wonders.
Horrors.
Yes, I’ve Seen AND Remember So Much In-Between…
…But, Like Most People, The Wonders AND The Horrors Stand-Out The Most.
I Remember So Much That Does Make Me Happy.
But, It All Blurs Much Easier AND Faster Than I Could’ve/Would’ve/Should’ve Expected.
It Blurs Much Easier AND Faster Than The Horrors.
The Horrors Don‘t Blur.
If Anything, They Shine More So.
They‘re More Vivid These Days Than They‘ve Ever Been.
I Close My Eyes, I See Them.
I Open My Eyes, I See Them.
Damn You, Eyes, Why Did You Ever Look?
Why Did You Ever See?
Why Did You Burn These Images Into My Mind?
They’re There Forever, Now.
To Be Recalled Over And Over Again.
Recalled For The Rest Of My Life, However Long Or Short It May Be.
Damn These Tired, Tired Eyes.
Have They Betrayed Me?
Have They Failed Me?
No.
If Anything, They’ve Worked Tooooo Well.
They’ve Picked-Up Details Most People Would Never Even Consider.
But, Damn Them Anyway.
Damn Them.
When I Sat Down To Write This, I Sincerely Didn’t Know To What End I Was Writing Toward, Nor For.
Maybe I Still Don’t.
It’s Not Finished.
At Least, It Doesn’t Feel Finished.
Not. At. All.
Not. At. All. At. All.
So…
…What‘s The Cure For Tired Eyes?
And No, I Don’t Mean Plastic Surgery On Them To Make Them Appear More Life-Like.
In Fact, I Know Of No Surgery That Could Ever Reverse The Damage.
Well…
…One Could Always Get Lobotomized.
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“I Have Taken Final Leave Of Politics…”
“…I Think Little Of Them, And Say Less. I Have Give Up Newspapers In Exchange For Tacitus And Thucydides, For Newton And Euclid, And I Find Myself MUCH Happier.“
—THOMAS JEFFERSON
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