We met along the backroads on the way to Missoula,
Lookin' for a home and maybe a truelove,
Grabbed a double barreled shotgun and two cherry cokes,
Them fightin' words were all we spoke.
From Rattlesnake to Ithaca we hit every stateline,
Cracked every cashbox, we broke every gold mine,
Prayed petty cash would replenish our souls
And a runaway train would bring us home.
Tired from the fight, we shacked up in a farm,
Built us a picket fence and held freedom in a yard,
Tried to live the good life and cut our dreams away,
Until our land of gold had turned to gray.
Against your will I flew from the flatlands,
Arms torn free, bloody knuckles on your hands,
I have no love for you, my lover,
Let's keep on runnin' until it's all over.
Though I couldn't shake the sadness that brought us together,
I still look to you to make things seem better,
And even through the wire, I can still feel
Your lips whisper low against my ear:
"To the death always be a fighter,
Never give in and never buckle under,
We're not friends and we are not lovers,
But you'll be my arrow when it's all over."
-Missoula by Oh Susanna
I know you all hate lyrics, but I adore this song. I had a relationship which felt outlaw.
It's grey here today. My mom and I are going for brunch. Then I have to do a number of errands. Tonight I go out for Thai with a friend from work. I was looking forward to talking with D about stuff that's going on in his life. Yesterday, another coworker comes up to me and announces I need to make the reservations for four as he and his girlfriend are now coming. While I like said other coworker, I'm a little piqued as I wanted to talk to D alone. Maybe D is trying to avoid talking about something possibly painful. Oh well, there's always the Thai soup.
Any of you had an outlaw relationship, one where it felt like you two against the world?
Lookin' for a home and maybe a truelove,
Grabbed a double barreled shotgun and two cherry cokes,
Them fightin' words were all we spoke.
From Rattlesnake to Ithaca we hit every stateline,
Cracked every cashbox, we broke every gold mine,
Prayed petty cash would replenish our souls
And a runaway train would bring us home.
Tired from the fight, we shacked up in a farm,
Built us a picket fence and held freedom in a yard,
Tried to live the good life and cut our dreams away,
Until our land of gold had turned to gray.
Against your will I flew from the flatlands,
Arms torn free, bloody knuckles on your hands,
I have no love for you, my lover,
Let's keep on runnin' until it's all over.
Though I couldn't shake the sadness that brought us together,
I still look to you to make things seem better,
And even through the wire, I can still feel
Your lips whisper low against my ear:
"To the death always be a fighter,
Never give in and never buckle under,
We're not friends and we are not lovers,
But you'll be my arrow when it's all over."
-Missoula by Oh Susanna
I know you all hate lyrics, but I adore this song. I had a relationship which felt outlaw.
It's grey here today. My mom and I are going for brunch. Then I have to do a number of errands. Tonight I go out for Thai with a friend from work. I was looking forward to talking with D about stuff that's going on in his life. Yesterday, another coworker comes up to me and announces I need to make the reservations for four as he and his girlfriend are now coming. While I like said other coworker, I'm a little piqued as I wanted to talk to D alone. Maybe D is trying to avoid talking about something possibly painful. Oh well, there's always the Thai soup.
Any of you had an outlaw relationship, one where it felt like you two against the world?
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The movie tour was a lot of fun. Hopefully some of the pics will come out ok. I'm headed back to the mainland tomorrow night...on the red-eye, then into LAX at 6:20am. Then home...then probably a nap. Hopefully the flight won't be full and I can stretch out a bit.
I was walking the beach, with the crystal blue Pacific in front of me, just thinking how wonderful it would be if you were here with me, sharing in this amazing beauty.
Glad your mom is staying and you're enjoying it.
I miss you...still.