Exceeding The Limit

Songwriters: PLANT, ROBERT / BLUNT, ROBERT

My love is in league with the freeway
It’s passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is the miles and the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and a glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that won’t stop
And it’s fuel is the years
Leading me on
Leading me down the road
Driving me on, driving me down the road
My love is exceeding the limit
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do collide
Should I rest for a while, on the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they’ll come
Sensing to well, when the journey is done
There is no turning back, no There is no turning back, on the road.
My love is in league with the freeway
Oh, the freeway, and the coming of night-time My love,
My love, Is in league with the freeway.

I’m A Cowboy

Lonely when away
Connected to the anchor
Out of place
Besides her, no friendly face
Wanted desired acceptance

Long lonely roads
It’s a job I do
I’ll drive all night
Relief from this longing, this pang

I’ll do the things she craves
As this world seemingly implodes
Oh please…love Me forever
B/bound

Today Sir is a Zombie

I was 5..maybe 6
I remember swinging in My backyard..listening to the jets overhead, and racing the shadows of clouds as they passed through the yard. I haven’t thought of that…for a long…long time

Interesting what One finds when doing a search of His alter ego on google. I found old comments on blogs that I made years ago. (like the one above)  I found things that I KNOW  My close family wouldn’t approve of.  That something must be wrong with Me….Hell, I wonder this almost every day.

The comment above reminded Me of a time in My life where My biggest concern was in what mom was going to make for dinner that night.

I got done with work early today, and arrived to an empty apartment by mid afternoon.  I turned on the TV….found nothing of interest to watch.  I reheated Two pieces of leftover pizza.  I made Myself Two drinks…and midstream of drink #2 I started to feel

…I’ve affected family(s) and innocents in a negative way.  This is My doing…all of it so I could live a D/s  lifestyle that I feel I must have.  My mother once told Me:  “quit being so selfish”  (yes..parents stearn words effect even truck drivers)

I’m sure the alcohol is typing here tonite, but as I look out over the valley sitting here alone….

I hear jets overhead

I feel alone

I feel selfish

I wonder                am I?

Well no one told me about her, what could I do Well no one told me about her, though they all knew But it’s too late to say you’re sorry How would I know, why should I care Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her She’s not there
Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked The way she’d act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she’s not there
—— electric piano ——
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry How would I know, why should I care Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her She’s not there
Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked The way she’d act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she’s not there

Snug

Snug as a bug in a bunk!
A good night to be in the bunk…warm and rocking in the 30mph winds.
Just one thing missing…..