This One Goes Out To Cornish Bloke

Spent the day listening to Nirvana. Spent the day eating toast. Cthulhued some and then went to bed. Spent the day remembering irreverant sex, foie-gras on toast and a million other things that won’t mean fuck all to anyone else!

We are the sum of our parts, we are all as whole as we imagine ourselves to be, we are forever in our minds eyes.

It was a trippy episiode or several and the sex was great.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

Being good isn’t always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he’d come tell me everything is alright,
he’d kiss and tell me everything is alright,
Can I get away again tonight?.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

How well I remember,
The look that was in his eyes,
Stealing kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he’s all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we’d grown.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

Dusty Springfield – Son of a Preacherman

One thought on “This One Goes Out To Cornish Bloke

  1. Heart-shaped Box

    "She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
    I’ve been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box four whole weeks
    I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
    I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Your advice

    Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
    Cut myself on angel’s hair and baby’s breath
    Broken hymen of your highness I’m left black
    Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Your advice

    She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
    I’ve been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box four whole weeks
    I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
    I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Hey
    Wait
    I’ve got a new complaint
    Forever in debt to your priceless advice
    Your advice
    Your advice
    Your advice."

    Here’s to life, dear. *hug*

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