Friday, November 19, 2004
Because there is always something to go back and do...like talk to that cute mechanic whose car is broken down on the side of the road...
GO BACK
I made my break
Planned my escape
Still not clear what I was escaping from
Blue sky over mountain
I hear it's snowing back home
But here, I only see the sun
I'm happy...but sometimes I feel down
It's lonely with no one else around
That's why I want to...
GO BACK, GO BACK
GO BACK TO THAT DAY
GO BACK, GO BACK
I THINK I MADE A MISTAKE
SO COULD WE JUST...
Go back...to the day we first met
And I would say different things
With a different consequence
Angry that I was hurried
Mad I passed you by
And now, I have but one regret
That you could be anything to me
You could be everything I need
Now, I want to...
GO BACK, GO BACK
GO BACK TO THAT DAY
GO BACK, GO BACK
I MADE A MISTAKE
GO BACK, GO BACK
AND I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU, I SWEAR
THIS TIME I WILL BE PREPARED
IF WE COULD JUST...
Go back...go back for one day
If I could go back, would everything change?
How are we supposed to know
The moment our fortune unfolds?
How was I supposed to know
I should have waited with you in the cold?
We might have been perfect and complete
But at the time, that was perfectly lost on me...
Now, I wish I could...
GO BACK, GO BACK
GO BACK TO THAT DAY
GO BACK, GO BACK
I MADE A MISTAKE
GO BACK, GO BACK
AND I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU, I SWEAR
THIS TIME, I WILL BE PREPARED
IF WE COULD JUST...
Go back...back for one day
If I could go back
Would everything change?
If I could just go back
Back to that day
I want to go back...
If I could just go back...
GO BACK
I made my break
Planned my escape
Still not clear what I was escaping from
Blue sky over mountain
I hear it's snowing back home
But here, I only see the sun
I'm happy...but sometimes I feel down
It's lonely with no one else around
That's why I want to...
GO BACK, GO BACK
GO BACK TO THAT DAY
GO BACK, GO BACK
I THINK I MADE A MISTAKE
SO COULD WE JUST...
Go back...to the day we first met
And I would say different things
With a different consequence
Angry that I was hurried
Mad I passed you by
And now, I have but one regret
That you could be anything to me
You could be everything I need
Now, I want to...
GO BACK, GO BACK
GO BACK TO THAT DAY
GO BACK, GO BACK
I MADE A MISTAKE
GO BACK, GO BACK
AND I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU, I SWEAR
THIS TIME I WILL BE PREPARED
IF WE COULD JUST...
Go back...go back for one day
If I could go back, would everything change?
How are we supposed to know
The moment our fortune unfolds?
How was I supposed to know
I should have waited with you in the cold?
We might have been perfect and complete
But at the time, that was perfectly lost on me...
Now, I wish I could...
GO BACK, GO BACK
GO BACK TO THAT DAY
GO BACK, GO BACK
I MADE A MISTAKE
GO BACK, GO BACK
AND I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU, I SWEAR
THIS TIME, I WILL BE PREPARED
IF WE COULD JUST...
Go back...back for one day
If I could go back
Would everything change?
If I could just go back
Back to that day
I want to go back...
If I could just go back...
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
I am walking once again down Hollywood Blvd today...I am at my wit's end with people whistling and carrying on when they see me walking...just one more person, that's all it's going to take...
A man whistles at me and yells, "Hey Gothie Girl, come back..."
I whip around, storm back to him and ask, "Do I look like a canine?"
"Excuse me?" he asks.
I repeat, "Do I look like a canine to you?"
"No," he replies.
"Well, dogs come when you whistle; people do not. Remember that."
And I stormed off...
I am walking once again down Hollywood Blvd today...I am at my wit's end with people whistling and carrying on when they see me walking...just one more person, that's all it's going to take...
A man whistles at me and yells, "Hey Gothie Girl, come back..."
I whip around, storm back to him and ask, "Do I look like a canine?"
"Excuse me?" he asks.
I repeat, "Do I look like a canine to you?"
"No," he replies.
"Well, dogs come when you whistle; people do not. Remember that."
And I stormed off...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I MAINTAIN MY RIGHT TO WALK!!!
Yes, that is right...I maintain my right to walk...even though if you walk around here, you seem to be misconstrued as either a homeless person or as a prostitute. I seem to be confused as the latter.
I love to walk...always have, always will. I have been enjoying our new neighborhood, by walking around it. I love to walk down Hollywood Blvd. Down to Wilcox. Then take a right and continue down to Sunset Blvd and head home. It is a nice five or six mile walk every day.
On Friday, I was down on Sunset, and an old man drove by me very slowly. He motioned for me to come up to the car. I thought he was just being nice, thought that my car had broken down, perhaps...and was only trying to make sure that I was okay...but I was wrong...
He drove around the block and pulled up next to me as I continued to walk. He patted the empty passenger side seat and motioned for me to get in. What the fuck? I mouthed "no" to him and continued on. He pulled around the block again and drove slowly motioning for me to get in...I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to talk on it...actually, I was fully prepared to call 911 should he stop and try to talk to me because at this point, I realized that he thought I was a prostitue. He saw me on the phone and sped away...
But another car pulled up to me and the driver proceeded to do the same thing. Then, in the parking lot of 7-11, a young man held up a bong and motioned for me to get in the car with him. I busted our laughing...
What is going on here? Now, I realize that I wear short skirts, but they are plaid or black and funky and most of the time I look like a rocker, not a hooker...so, unless there is a new brand of "punk rock prostitues" around here, I don't know how I could be misconstrued as anything other than a girl simply out for a walk in the middle of the day (it is always broad daylight when I am out walking, mind you)...
Another car pulled up next to me. Well, I had had enough...I stormed up to the passenger side of the car and said, "I vowed to myself that if one more person stopped to proposition me, I would call the fucking police. You don't want to be that person, do you?" The driver said, "no."
"Then I suggest you keep driving and don't look back, " I said and he sped away...
But my god, I realize that people don't walk out here, but I grew up in rural Indiana and spent seven years in Boston and where I come from, we get our exercise the old-fashioned way...we walk...
So despite what people may or may not think about me around here, I maintain my right to walk, goddamnit...
Yes, that is right...I maintain my right to walk...even though if you walk around here, you seem to be misconstrued as either a homeless person or as a prostitute. I seem to be confused as the latter.
I love to walk...always have, always will. I have been enjoying our new neighborhood, by walking around it. I love to walk down Hollywood Blvd. Down to Wilcox. Then take a right and continue down to Sunset Blvd and head home. It is a nice five or six mile walk every day.
On Friday, I was down on Sunset, and an old man drove by me very slowly. He motioned for me to come up to the car. I thought he was just being nice, thought that my car had broken down, perhaps...and was only trying to make sure that I was okay...but I was wrong...
He drove around the block and pulled up next to me as I continued to walk. He patted the empty passenger side seat and motioned for me to get in. What the fuck? I mouthed "no" to him and continued on. He pulled around the block again and drove slowly motioning for me to get in...I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to talk on it...actually, I was fully prepared to call 911 should he stop and try to talk to me because at this point, I realized that he thought I was a prostitue. He saw me on the phone and sped away...
But another car pulled up to me and the driver proceeded to do the same thing. Then, in the parking lot of 7-11, a young man held up a bong and motioned for me to get in the car with him. I busted our laughing...
What is going on here? Now, I realize that I wear short skirts, but they are plaid or black and funky and most of the time I look like a rocker, not a hooker...so, unless there is a new brand of "punk rock prostitues" around here, I don't know how I could be misconstrued as anything other than a girl simply out for a walk in the middle of the day (it is always broad daylight when I am out walking, mind you)...
Another car pulled up next to me. Well, I had had enough...I stormed up to the passenger side of the car and said, "I vowed to myself that if one more person stopped to proposition me, I would call the fucking police. You don't want to be that person, do you?" The driver said, "no."
"Then I suggest you keep driving and don't look back, " I said and he sped away...
But my god, I realize that people don't walk out here, but I grew up in rural Indiana and spent seven years in Boston and where I come from, we get our exercise the old-fashioned way...we walk...
So despite what people may or may not think about me around here, I maintain my right to walk, goddamnit...
Monday, November 08, 2004
PREPARED TO TAKE MY CRAZINESS TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL...
Well, I think I am prepared to take my craziness to a whole new level. And we all know just how crazy I already am...
Friday November 5th, I was walking around town. I had walked for hours...met up with Magda in Beverly Hills, went to the Beverly Center Mall, bummed around there for awhile, then walked up to Hollywood to do the "Walk of Stars" and figure out exactly where they could put my star when I am finally famous...
I had been walking for about 8 hours at that point...perhaps, I had become a bit delirious...
I crossed the street at Santa Monica Blvd (where I usually do not cross on any of my walks)...as I was standing on the corner of Santa Monica, this guy comes up to me and asks me for a cigarette...now, I must preface this whole encounter with the idea that at first, I thought he might be homeless...perhaps, if I did not, the night would have taken a different turn and I would not now be in my present predicament...
I was a little frightened of him at first...his hands and fingernails were all dirty, so I assumed he was just one of the homeless people who sometimes stand out on that corner...and it was right in front of the Carl's Jrs. on Santa Monica and LaBrea...the spot that a knowledgeable source had once informed me the transvestite hookers stand looking for their next "johns"...so, this is the mindframe I am in...
The guy tells me that his name is Clint....he looks at my pentacle and asks, "Are you wiccan?" And I respond that I am...He says that he is as well..."Romany," he explains...He says that the radiator just blew out on his car and that is why he is standing there on the street corner waiting...I told him that I could sympatize, "The same thing happened to me this summer," I expain...thinking of the time that our car blew it's radiator out on the Arborway and by the luck of the draw, Cutter just happened to be driving along and stopped to help us...
"Well, I'll get it fixed...I'm a mechanic," Clint says.
"Gosh, you're really beautiful," he says, "really beautiful."
He tells me that he lives in North Hollywood and usually doesn't hang out in my neighborhood. He tells me that he goes to a place called "Raven's Flight" (I later look this place up and find out it is a pagan shop in North Hollywood)...
He's just staring at me...he asks me if I am from around there...I tell him, "No, I just moved here from Boston."
"Well, welcome," he says, "I'm from Tennessee..."
The light turns green and I walk on...I was struggling inside...he didn't ask for my number...how will he find me again? How will I find him? Should I be bold and turn around and walk back and give him my number? He was very cute...and obviously into me...and oh, his hands must have been dirty because his car just broke down and he is a mechanic and was trying to fix it...all of this dawns on me...I want to be bold and turn around and go back to him...but I keep walking...
I get home and bust into Beth's bedroom..."I just did something really stupid..."
"What?" she asks.
"Well, I just met this really cute guy and I didn't get his number." I tell her the whole story...
We go back. She says she will go into Target and I can just pretend I was going for a walk with her and happened to run into him again...
But he is gone...and I have no way to find him...I know that he goes to this shop in North Hollywood...
The next day, I drive to the shop, but the store owner doesn't know him...there is a yahoo group that some of the store's patrons belong to...I join it...I think about sending out an email to the group...that I am looking for this guy...that I would like to talk to him some more...
I can't stop thinking of him...he has been in my dreams since we met...am I crazy??? Yes, clearly...but I also believe in fated encounters...I've got to find this guy...
God, I wish I could go back and instead of walking on, tell him I'll wait with him while he is waiting on his car to be fixed...
But I can't go back...I have to find him...yes, crazy I know...and I will go back to that store and to the events that they host until I find him or someone who knows him...
Beth suggests we look up all the garages in North Hollywood and call them all asking for Clint until we find the one where he works...yes, crazy...but there was just something about this guy and the whole encounter was so surreal...
Perhaps he put a spell on me...he's a witch, afterall...so, I would try to find him...
Yes, we are prepared to take my craziness to a whole new level...
But in any case, it has provided material for yet another song...rock out...
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NEVER KNOW
I should not have been there
What was I doing there?
I took a wrong turn on the wrong street
Standing on the corner
You asked me for a cigarette
Your car had broke down on the wrong street
And we...we talked for a moment
We touched for a moment
Then the moment was gone
And I walked on but...
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE...
BUT NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW...
I kept walking home
I couldn't help myself
I kept thinking of you...it was too late
Went back to where you were
You were already gone
I couldn't find you...I was too late
And you...I should have waited with you
While you waited for your car
I should have waited for you
Now, I don't know where you are and
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE
BUT NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW
NOW, I'LL NEVER KNOW
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW
You...
Without even trying
Had this affect on me
Without even trying
You...
How will I find you?
In a city this big
How will I ever find you again?
I...I should have waited for you
I left a moment too soon
I should have waited with you
Was it fate that I found you?
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE...
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE
BUT NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW
NOW, I'LL NEVER KNOW
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW...
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Well, I think I am prepared to take my craziness to a whole new level. And we all know just how crazy I already am...
Friday November 5th, I was walking around town. I had walked for hours...met up with Magda in Beverly Hills, went to the Beverly Center Mall, bummed around there for awhile, then walked up to Hollywood to do the "Walk of Stars" and figure out exactly where they could put my star when I am finally famous...
I had been walking for about 8 hours at that point...perhaps, I had become a bit delirious...
I crossed the street at Santa Monica Blvd (where I usually do not cross on any of my walks)...as I was standing on the corner of Santa Monica, this guy comes up to me and asks me for a cigarette...now, I must preface this whole encounter with the idea that at first, I thought he might be homeless...perhaps, if I did not, the night would have taken a different turn and I would not now be in my present predicament...
I was a little frightened of him at first...his hands and fingernails were all dirty, so I assumed he was just one of the homeless people who sometimes stand out on that corner...and it was right in front of the Carl's Jrs. on Santa Monica and LaBrea...the spot that a knowledgeable source had once informed me the transvestite hookers stand looking for their next "johns"...so, this is the mindframe I am in...
The guy tells me that his name is Clint....he looks at my pentacle and asks, "Are you wiccan?" And I respond that I am...He says that he is as well..."Romany," he explains...He says that the radiator just blew out on his car and that is why he is standing there on the street corner waiting...I told him that I could sympatize, "The same thing happened to me this summer," I expain...thinking of the time that our car blew it's radiator out on the Arborway and by the luck of the draw, Cutter just happened to be driving along and stopped to help us...
"Well, I'll get it fixed...I'm a mechanic," Clint says.
"Gosh, you're really beautiful," he says, "really beautiful."
He tells me that he lives in North Hollywood and usually doesn't hang out in my neighborhood. He tells me that he goes to a place called "Raven's Flight" (I later look this place up and find out it is a pagan shop in North Hollywood)...
He's just staring at me...he asks me if I am from around there...I tell him, "No, I just moved here from Boston."
"Well, welcome," he says, "I'm from Tennessee..."
The light turns green and I walk on...I was struggling inside...he didn't ask for my number...how will he find me again? How will I find him? Should I be bold and turn around and walk back and give him my number? He was very cute...and obviously into me...and oh, his hands must have been dirty because his car just broke down and he is a mechanic and was trying to fix it...all of this dawns on me...I want to be bold and turn around and go back to him...but I keep walking...
I get home and bust into Beth's bedroom..."I just did something really stupid..."
"What?" she asks.
"Well, I just met this really cute guy and I didn't get his number." I tell her the whole story...
We go back. She says she will go into Target and I can just pretend I was going for a walk with her and happened to run into him again...
But he is gone...and I have no way to find him...I know that he goes to this shop in North Hollywood...
The next day, I drive to the shop, but the store owner doesn't know him...there is a yahoo group that some of the store's patrons belong to...I join it...I think about sending out an email to the group...that I am looking for this guy...that I would like to talk to him some more...
I can't stop thinking of him...he has been in my dreams since we met...am I crazy??? Yes, clearly...but I also believe in fated encounters...I've got to find this guy...
God, I wish I could go back and instead of walking on, tell him I'll wait with him while he is waiting on his car to be fixed...
But I can't go back...I have to find him...yes, crazy I know...and I will go back to that store and to the events that they host until I find him or someone who knows him...
Beth suggests we look up all the garages in North Hollywood and call them all asking for Clint until we find the one where he works...yes, crazy...but there was just something about this guy and the whole encounter was so surreal...
Perhaps he put a spell on me...he's a witch, afterall...so, I would try to find him...
Yes, we are prepared to take my craziness to a whole new level...
But in any case, it has provided material for yet another song...rock out...
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NEVER KNOW
I should not have been there
What was I doing there?
I took a wrong turn on the wrong street
Standing on the corner
You asked me for a cigarette
Your car had broke down on the wrong street
And we...we talked for a moment
We touched for a moment
Then the moment was gone
And I walked on but...
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE...
BUT NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW...
I kept walking home
I couldn't help myself
I kept thinking of you...it was too late
Went back to where you were
You were already gone
I couldn't find you...I was too late
And you...I should have waited with you
While you waited for your car
I should have waited for you
Now, I don't know where you are and
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE
BUT NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW
NOW, I'LL NEVER KNOW
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW
You...
Without even trying
Had this affect on me
Without even trying
You...
How will I find you?
In a city this big
How will I ever find you again?
I...I should have waited for you
I left a moment too soon
I should have waited with you
Was it fate that I found you?
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE...
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
YOU...COULD BE ANYBODY
A LOVER, A FRIEND, OR A FOE
BUT NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW
NOW, I'LL NEVER KNOW
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW...
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