The Actor ~ Michael Learns to Rock
Now now don’t go judging my taste in music,just because it is MLTR, I will have you know MLTR was a great band to whom I owe my true teenage romance….
I have a very dear mixed tape which has Paint My Love taped trillion times on it……maybe that will be a story to tell for another day…
But we have many MLTR songs to play……maybe we will and maybe we won’t who knows….well time will tell…
Speaking of time……how the tables have changed…..
Not opening a can of worms or anything….am just generally surprised by the change….. Like tasting a lemon cake after a cup of coffee (which is yum btw you should try it)
No no I am not getting this right….
I am generally surprised by life…..and the change it has brought about …..
The change in me and the people I knew…..
I am surprised (that doesn’t happen a lot….believe me)
Well switch to the song….I’ll get to the point in a min….
It is a tough one to decipher….(well not really……writing it in detail will just give the plot away…..you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure this one out…..)
“He takes you out and he
takes you up
’cause he can show you so much
I go to bed and tomorrow again
There’s a lot of work to be done”
I travelled on a train one day and I met this old sailor gentleman or a seaman as they would like to be called…..who loved the sea too much….
We spoke about life and things in general…….
He commented on the Thomas Hardy book which I was reading at the time…”The Woodlanders”
I told him it was my second reading and it was one of my all time favorites by Hardy…..
As the conversation went on…..he amazed me with his wit and honesty…..
He was in deep thought…..and suddenly he said to me (what he said next,,,,,this I was not ready for)…..that I deserved to be with a dreamer…..someone who is not ambitious to take over the world….but is wise enough…..who has a big heart and is loved by all….
“He gives you gold and
He’ll promise you
The whole world will be yours
I just can tell you I love you so
Even though my odds are low”
I was astonished…..and at the same time I doubted the matter being true…..I wondered should he say this to another girl…..she would feel the same way…..like I did at the time…..How does he know me so well? Maybe he is a con artist (or just a big old smoothie who knows what to say to get the women smiling)
Anyways my destination was near and I bid farewell to the sage sailor , he wished me well and I got off the train ……Undeniable was fact he left a deep impression on me by saying the things he said…. but what he said got me thinking……even though he pulled off the “I envision your man to be” trick with ease…..I knew what he said was nevertheless true…..
“The dirty games and the
Neonshows
This is the world he knows
Watching the stars satisfies my soul
Thinking of him makes me feel so cold”
People think I am lying when I tell them I don’t dig the ambitious wall street, suited up, Porsche driving Joneses’ and Smiths’ , oh the dirty looks they throw when I say I rather the man write poetry that don’t sell or tend a farm and bring up half a dozen of grubby looking kids…
I imagine the looks I’d get from my family if I told them…..oh the looks of horror….quite comical……lol thinking of it just cracks me up….
Who would have thought it…….
But it is true though……I feel I am not meant to be the lady of leisure who tends to her immaculately manicured lawns….nor am I the type to be the trophy wife who dotes on her golf playing husband and is the epitome of a perfect hostess who knows how to throw a party for the crème le de creme…nor is it my wish to be the power dressing 9-5 woman expected to say nothing but razor sharp things (so sharp I nearly cut myself there)..no sir, these hands were made for scrubbing those grubby kids……and tending to a half a dozen of animals……growing tomatoes…..packing organic lunches…..wearing cotton dresses, reading books in a hammock and worrying about little cuts and bruises….
“The fancy cars and the
Restaurants
You’re just so fond of the man
Sometimes I wonder if you are blind
Can’t you see, he’s got dirt on his mind”
If only…..if only life was as simple as Hardy’s simpleton folks….
So how did the tables turn? why do people love slotting you into little pigeon holes?
Why is high-end the ultimate end? and why is class always on top?
Grass is always greener on the other side of the fence the saying goes…..
nevertheless expectations are to be met….and predestined paths to be tred……Or so I am told….
So don’t call me a hypocrite if I fall victim of the swanky Lord of the Mansion on the next street……atleast I wished to be on the other side of the fence….
“I’m not an actor I’m not a star
And I don’t even have my own car
But I’m hoping so much you’ll stay
That you will love me anyway”
Missing Soundtrack 