some saxy funkish rock n roll
exploring the multiverses sound by sound and word by word
Story behind the song
story behind the song: the quest for replacement bbq burners led to wandering out on a gorgeous wednesday morning. interestingly enough the bus benches, park benches, street benches etc all seemed filled with more than normally amorous couples. so as i worked on the barbecue, random thoughts coalesced and i wrote this, basically as a fantasy extrapolation of the benched proceedings. and if you're gonna fantasize, you might as well go all the way.
Lyrics
no wondering, that beating is the start,
that pounding rhythm laid down by your heart
pulsating there ain't nothing left but time
for a little celebration in this meeting of our minds
whispering nothings so sweet to hear
a tete a tete, blithe to merry tears
the next few minutes of imagined delights
the next few years will give to us tonight
hands wandering, playing at the start
the perfect melody to harmonize your heart
teasing muscles, feelings strung so tight
feral eyes, overture, dim the lights
until dawn
we'll hold on
locked in love
moving to directions that all seem to start
in the throbbing of that rhythm laid down by your heart
a smile, a laugh and more good signs
we're enjoying celebrating this meeting of our minds
talking in tongues, languages love so well
learned in those valleys and those lovely hills
a slight sigh, time hastens, seconds moan
publically insisting that our now is known
we'll hold on
until dawn
locked in love
we'll hold on
two was yesterday
tommorrow we're still one
