4/19/2005

"touch me with your love"

I left the theatre tonight after 10pm. My musical director's last words were, "Well, thank God we don't have social lives. They would just get in the way."
I agreed, but as I extinguished the house to black, I ruminated on the idea. Maybe this was what I was supposed to be doing right now. I left the apartment this morning at 6:15 a.m.

Between building sets and full rehearsal tonight I sat with a student we and talked about our 'dream reality'. He spoke of being prom king, escorted by his beautiful male friend; an IU student from South Bend.
"You look beautiful, by the way," he said to me.
"Well thanks. Unfortunately the right person never seems to notice," I am never good at accepting such compliments.

'Wouldn't it be fantastic if he came to a show and actually walked up to me, wildflowers in tow and said, 'Congratulations. Your show was amazing. You are amazing,'" I said-- stooped over-- gluing the palm tree silouette to its white background.

He looked at me funny--I must have been acting out the scene like some cheesy scene from The Love Boat and he said,
"Why wouldn't he? What man in his right mind wouldn't say that to you."

"I don't know Anton. I don't know."

TOUCH ME WITH YOUR LOVE -Beth Orton

I dreamed of you last night
You had a different face
Or maybe just a hair color
You're older and wiser
Yet more like a child
I was amazed to find you still there in the back of my mind
This dream was short
This dream was happy
This dream was short
This dream was happy

Perch your lover on a slow burner
If you wanna keep your loving woman
Perch your lover on a slow simmer
If it helps keep the love from growing dimmer
Now hold on hold out
You're still thrown against a wall
Never looking to be picked up or left alone to fall

Can you touch me with your love?
Would I feel it if I trust enough?
Could it almost be a lust for life?
Would I feel it if I don't know if I sighed?

You could put it on a cold burner...
Deception never kept you any warmer
Truth is cooking on a slow simmer
The light's still strong even when it's dimmer
Yeah hold on hold out
You got thrown against a wall
Never wanted to be picked up or left alone to fall

Can you touch me with your love?

'night.

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