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We Just Disagree

“You can’t just leave!” April hollered from the front porch as she watched Dave continue across the snow covered yard and hop in the truck.

Dave cranked up the defrost, turned on the wipers, and when the frost had cleared enough so that he could see through the windshield, took one last look at April. Standing barefoot in the dusting of freshly fallen snow in her pink Hello Kitty jammies, she looked so much like the girl he had fallen in love with. But she wasn’t that girl anymore. And truth be told, he was no longer that guy.

“Sure I can.” He said aloud, even though he knew she couldn’t hear him, threw the truck in reverse and gave it some gas. “Just watch me go.”

*****

They had met in college. April was working on a degree in Political Science and had dreams of going to law school. Dave wasn’t working too hard at anything but perfecting his twelve ounce curl, but despite their very real differences, they had fallen in love and gotten a place together off campus. 

Dave eventually dropped out, sobered up, and took a job with his dad’s construction company. He took over the role as sole breadwinner, while April, although she dabbled at housework, stayed focused on her studies.

Over the years, they talked about having kids many times. Fought about it a few more times than that. But always, when the dust cleared, they found themselves agreeing to disagree. He was still working his way up in the company anyway, and she was still in law school. The time to start a family had never been now. On that they had always agreed. 

Finally this past summer while visiting Rome on holiday, they agreed the time had come to start a family, even throwing pennies into the fountain in Trevi in hopes that their first born would be conceived in Rome. After all, in the past year April had made partner in the firm, and Dave had succeeded his father as owner of the company. The timing could not have been more perfect.

They had been trying for months before Dave happened onto a piece of information that led him to believe April had a tubal ligation years before, one of those weekends she was supposed to be taking a deposition out of town.

Today, his suspicions had been confirmed.

*****

Agreeing to disagree was no longer an option. It was time to go.

So without taking even one last look, Dave put the truck in drive, hit the gas, and went.

 

We Just Disagree was written by Jim Kreuger, a guitarist for the band fronted by and named after a former member of the band Traffic, Dave Mason. Mason sang lead, and Kreuger, harmonies on the version of the song that made it onto Mason’s album, Let It Flow, in 1977.

We Just Disagree

Been away, haven’t seen you in a while
How’ve you been, have you changed your style?
And do you think that we’ve grown up differently?
Don’t seem the same, seems you’ve lost your feel for me

So let’s leave it alone ’cause we can’t see eye to eye
There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy
There’s only you and me and we just disagree
Ooh ooh ooh, oh oh oh

I’m goin’ back to a place that’s far away, how ’bout you?
Have you got a place to stay?
Why should I care when I’m just trying to get along
We were friends and now it’s the end of our love song

So let’s leave it alone ’cause we can’t see eye to eye
There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy
There’s only you and me and we just disagree
Ooh ooh ooh, oh oh oh

So let’s leave it alone ’cause we can’t see eye to eye
There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy
There’s only you and me and we just disagree

This post is my response to Song Lyric Sunday’s call for songs that contain the personal pronouns,  I/Me/Them/Us/You/We.

It also contains the three phrasal prompts offered this week on the OLWG #140. The phrases were:

  1. throwing pennies
  2. when the dust clears
  3. watch me go

Joey

 

She ordered a couple of Alabama Slammers, and motioned Joey to the bar- the only sure way she had of getting his full attention. They saluted each other, with the customary tip of the head, slammed the short glasses of Amaretto, Southern Comfort, and a squirt of Seven-Up on the bar, and shot the sweet thieves of reality down their throats before they had a chance to effervesce onto the bar.

Her lips wet and sticky, her heart beating so loudly she was sure it could be heard over the painful rifts of AC DC’s “Balls To The Wall”, and her body still unhealed from having been branded yet again with the fiery hot poker of make up sex, the one thing that welded them together- she grabbed his arm, pulled him close, and said, ”Cant we just promise to love each other, forever, no matter what? I mean, no matter who’s right or who’s wrong, no matter who screamed first or who threw the first punch, no matter who came home last night and who didn’t, no matter who goes to work every day, and who does’t? I mean No. Matter. What.?”

“Sure baby.” he said with that drunk crooked little smile of his- and a wink- probably intended for the girl on the opposite side of the bar most likely to buy his next drink. 

Then turned and walked away…

 

Joey is the codependent lamentations of a woman very much in love with a man, who is very much in love with alcohol. It was written and performed by Johnette Napolitano and her band, Concrete Blonde in 1990 and released on their third album, Bloodletting. It was written about Napolitano’s troubled relationship with Marc Moreland of the band Voodoo Dolls. Naplolitano wrote the words in a cab on the way to a photoshoot in Philadelphia, having already laid the musical tracks some weeks earlier in England. Moreland eventually died of liver cancer as a result of his fondness for alcohol in 2002. The two were no longer together.

 

Joey
By Concrete Blonde

Joey, baby – don’t get crazy
Detours, fences, I get defensive

I know you’ve heard it all before
So I don’t say it anymore
I just stand by and let you
Fight your secret war
And though I used to wonder why
I used to cry till I was dry
Still sometimes I get a strange pain inside
Oh, Joey, if you’re hurting so am I

Joey, honey, I got some money
All is forgiven. Listen, listen

But if I seem to be confused
I didn’t mean to be with you
And when you said I scared you
Well I guess you scared me too
But we got lucky once before
And I don’t want to close the door
And if you’re somewhere out there
Passed out on the floor
Oh Joey, I’m not angry anymore

And if I seem to be confused
I didn’t mean to be with you
And when you said I scared you
Well I guess you scared me too
But if it’s love you’re looking for
Then I can give a little more
And if you’re somewhere drunk and
Passed out on the floor
Oh Joey, I’m not angry anymore
Angry anymore, angry anymore

 

This is my response to Jim’s Song Lyric Sunday call for songs containing the any of the following words: Babe/Cutie/Doll/Honey/Sweetie. Baby counts. Doesn’t it?

Ozzy and Lita

“But you don’t understand. The dream’s so real. It’s you, but it’s not you at the same time. I mean, I can see you’re a, a, a… Oh I don’t know, an animal. I guess you’re like a gorilla or something. But at the same time, there is no question in my mind that it is you. It’s something, something in the eyes maybe. Something that lets me know I’m loved. I’m safe. Like, everything is gonna be okay. Like we’re gonna be okay.”

“You’re sick. Sounds to me like you wanna make it with a monkey!”

“Augh! I don’t even know why I tell you these things! Really, you can’t be serious about anything.”

“Sure I can. I seriously think you gotta thing for monkeys! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek!”

“And you- you gotta thing for drunken little girls.” Lita takes a step back and gives Ozzy an accusatory look from under her fringe of bleached blonde bangs..

“I do not. Don’t even joke like that. That’s over. You know that. It’s over. I’m not that guy anymore.” Ozzy reaches out for her, but Lita takes a step back. 

“C’mere.” He smiles. Tilts his head. Motions for her to come closer. “No, really. C’mere.”

Lita shakes her head, ‘no’. Gives him her best ‘pouty’ mouth.

“C’mon, now. C’mere, baby.”

Lita relents and loses herself in Ozzy’s arms. 

“Now close your eyes.” 

He tightens his arms around her and pulls her closer. He strokes her hair comfortingly. She can feel the warmth of his breath as he presses his lips to the crown of her head and breaths the words, “You know I love you, baby” into her hair.

But then he stops, tenses up, as if alarmed and begins picking diligently at something on her scalp.

“Oh my god! What? What is it?” Lita wiggles free and looks desperately at Ozzy.

Ozzy is caught up. He’s examining whatever it was he found in Lita’s hair. 

“What is it?” Lita’s tone is becoming desperate.

He rolls it around on his finger. Examines it some more.

Then ‘eats’ it!

 “Eeek! Eeek! Eeek!”  

 

Close My Eyes Forever was written by Ozzy Osbourne and Lita Ford during a night of drunken jamming in an LA recording studio. Earlier in the day, Sharon and Ozzy had presented Lita with a life-size duplicate of Koko the Gorilla as a housewarming present. The following morning, still at the studio, Lita was too drunk to drive Ozzy home, but did manage to navigate her own way home, with ‘Koko’ riding shotgun.

 

The song was first released as a solo endeavor by Lita on her namesake album, Lita,  in 1988 and then re-released as a remix with Ozzy in 1989.

 

Close My Eyes Forever

Baby, I get so scared inside
And I don’t really understand
Is it love that’s on my mind, or is it fantasy?
Heaven
Is in the palm of my hand and it’s waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy?

Chorus:
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same…

Sometimes
It’s hard to hold on
So hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn’t always what it seems
When you’re face to face with me

You’re like a dagger
And stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when you sleep, would you shelter me
In your warm and darkened grave

(Chorus Repeat)

Will you ever take me?
No, I just can’t take the pain
But would you ever trust me?
No, I’ll never feel the same…Ohh…

(Solo)

I know I’ve been so hard on you
I know I’ve told you lies
If I could have just one more wish
I’d wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

(Chorus Repeat)

Close your eyes
Close your eyes
You gotta close your eyes for me….

 

This is my contribution to Jim’s Song Lyric Sunday call for duets.

Oh. And if you think shit like this don’t happen- You’ve never loved a rocker……

For Rent, an encore presentation

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Don’t much wanna go to heaven
wouldn’t know no one there, no way
as the kind that I holds near and dear
won’t be a gettin’ thru them pearly gates.

There’s a better chance you’ll find me
sittin’ round a fire ring somewheres
talkin’ loud and smoking Marlboro’s
next to a tub a ice cold beer.

Wearing an old King Diamond tee shirt
and a pair a too tight jeans
sittin’ on some ol’ boys lap, feelin’ frisky-
in the trailer park o my dreams…

Where on every space there’s a double wide
and the lot rents paid in full
and my sister’s- ex-fi-ance’s -brother-in-law
has done his last parole.

So when I exit life’s long lost highway
don’t you be a worrin’ ’bout where I’ve gone
’cause I’m sure there’ll be a For Rent sign
on a nice li’l trailer in the great beyond….

 

When Chelsea Ann Owen’s put out a call for Terrible Poetry inspired by my take on heaven, I knew I had to repost this piece. Terrible or not, I still believe this to be my definitive view of heaven.

Why don’t you get a job?

You’d think that maybe if I had known he had no job, no car, and was sleeping on his buddy’s couch when I met him- at least one item in that overly unimpressive line up would have produced a red flag. But you’d be wrong. Because, I knew. 

By the time I figured out he had no intention of ever getting a job, that he was perfectly content drinking beer, doing drugs and hanging out with his buddies, I was so hopelessly in love, or ate up or whipped or whatever you wanna call it-

There was no wrong he could not right with a properly placed wave of his magic wand. No indiscretion for which the warmth of his tongue could not insure he would be forgiven.

********

To this day I do not know if what we shared was love, or obsession or something far too dangerous for either of us to ever comprehend, I only know- that the years we spent together changed the course of my life forever.

Sometimes he still comes to me in my dreams. I’ll find him sleeping on my couch. Shirtless. Hands folded prayer style tucked between his knees. The angelic face of the eternal boy I now know he was destined to remain all the days of his life-

And all I wanna do is tell him, “I’m sorry. For trying to force you to grow up. For trying to make something out of you, you were never destined to be. For all the time I wasted harping on you to ‘get a fuckin’ job’.”

I know now, none of that would have made any difference. I could not have loved you any more.

In loving memory of

David A. Gardon

February 10, 1966 – January 17, 2004

 

Why don’t you get a job was written by Bryan (Dexter) Holland and performed by the band, The Offspring, which he co-founded with a buddy of his, Gregory Kreisel in 1984. The band started off as four guys, none of whom even played the guitar at the time, just hanging out, drinking beer in Greg’s mother’s garage. 

Why don’t you get a job

My friend’s got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says “man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way”

She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job

I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
‘Cause that girl’s got expensive taste

I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job

Well I guess it ain’t easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don’t come along
Every day

Let me tell you about my other friend now
My friend’s got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way

This is my response to Jim’s Song Lyric Sunday call for songs by or containing the names, (or word in the case of my choice), Tom, Dick, or Harry.