Sitting in my car listening to zeppelin thinking about how nice the heat feels. As soon as it becomes unbearable, a gust of cool wind swoops into my window caressing my face and neck. I’m sleepy and hazy, but I feel good. Meanwhile there are children, men, and women dying in the middle east.. their homes are all but rubble and dust. I feel lucky to live here in the US. most counties may hate Americans… But I can see why. We are so incredibly lucky and safe (there are exceptions like random bullshit gang and police crime of course) but that’s nothing compared to the masses of people being murdered. We’re lucky, and we don’t even realize it. Every single day. We can live our lives, our ridiculously happy random lucky lives.
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
and be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because (it) brings me back you…
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me… I cannot see clearly
Isn’t that she coming to me nearly here?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady where’s my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where’s my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn’t that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready for my love…