And it’s Hard to Dance with the Devil on Your Back

So shake it out!

I’m fighting a fever and cold symptoms this morning, but I could really give a fuck. I have Flo + the Machine on my iPlayer and I’m doing a little dancing. To Shake it Out! As you know a few days ago I posted a story about what I felt when I went to a F+TM concert at the Fox Theater in Detroit. It’s a gorgeous theater. Built in the 20’s I think. The balcony is spring loaded and sways when you dance. It’s kick ass!

A dear friend read the post and told me I had to send it to Flo. That she loved to hear from fans. She loves the artwork, the poetry and the stories. I posted it on her FB page first. But then later in the night I realized there was a contest that I could enter. So I sure enough did.

And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope
It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
‘Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well what the hell I’m gonna let it happen to me

Last night before bed, I decided to check my email. AND I FUCKING HEARD FROM THEM ALREADY!!!!! They liked it. Doesn’t mean anything will come of it. But I know they liked it. I had to give them a little more information. I did and now I just have to wait. Till the end of August. I’m not a patient woman. This is NOT going to be easy.

Maybe nothing will come of it. Maybe it will. Maybe, maybe, maybe I’m on my way. By the grace of God and Florence, that red-haired chanteuse, I just may be. On. My. Way!

I’ve Become the Lionhearted Girl


In some way, I’m there with you. Up against the wall, on a Wednesday afternoon-Heartlines

Her hair is like fire. Her lips red and look like they’ve been bruised by too many kisses from a lover. She’s barefoot. Her words wash over me like the feel of Heaven. She is a goddess, an ingenue and I want to be her. Fiery and passionate. The words that form in her mind and emanate from her mouth and body, resonate through my entire being. I wish to be like her. To write like her. To have people feel my words like I feel hers.

I stood in the gallery of the Fox Theater last night, with Bette. We paid handsomely for our tickets to hear Florence , this chanteuse. She is a siren and I am beckoned by her call. I feel no fear as I hear her. I feel only love, warmth, beauty. It is like she is singing for me, and me alone. I am more than happy to allow my vessel to crash into her shores. Over and over again.

I hear the words I must become the Lionhearted girl, Ready for a fight, Before I make the final sacrifice. And I think about all the shit I’ve been through in the last few years. The changes, love returning, the children moving away, the lives I’ve touched, the new friends, the old friends, the passion being rekindled. About finding my passion in writing. About, everything. I’ve become the Lionhearted girl. I have. I fear nothing, except, for myself. And my mind. The chaos. The never ending thoughts. The fiery, passionate redhead’s music calms me though. Makes me feel safe in my own mind. She dances, whirls and twirls. I know she is feeling every word too.

Her encore was Never Let Me Go. A song of the ocean and of deep, abiding love. Tranquility and peace. Her lyrics wash over me and make me wish to be thousands of feet below the surface. To feel the calm. To feel arms envelop me and make me feel loved. I raise my hands up, and sing her words. Wishing they were mine. And to feel closer to them. To her. I swear as I peer down from the balcony, she looks right at me. And sees me. I am entranced by that red-haired beauty. The music fades, the lights dim and she says good night. The crowd is roaring, and the spring loaded balcony that we are standing on is swaying. She walks away, but I wish for her to stay. She is no longer in front of me, but her words still resound in my ears, heart and body.

Bette and I take our leave. We walk with the masses of others entranced by the music. We make our way back to our car laughing as usual. We both have sadness though, and Florence’s music usually brings it out. It did a few times tonight, but then we remember the good parts of our lives. We make our way to US 75, and at a stoplight I look up and see that the moon is full. I think of the concert, the music still ringing in my ears and I snap a picture of that moon. That beautiful moon that I know is being seen by the ones I love. And then we head home.

No Light, No Light

I have no idea why but this song resonates in my heart, head, body, and soul. I feel every single word. Every single word. It’s like religion. A spiritual awakening. I want it to envelop me and never let me go. Please read the lyrics, and watch  the video. She is quite the ingenue. She’s magnetic, eccentric, and fiery. I want to be her. I want to have those kinds of words emanate from my brain and onto paper. I don’t know if I ever will. But I can guarantee I’ll die trying to find those words. I’ll die trying to feel every single damn word. I will….

Florence + the Machine

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between what I thought
And what I said

You are the night time fear
You are the morning
When it’s clear
When, it’s over you’ll start

You’re my head
You’re my heart

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day

You can’t choose what stays and what fades away
And I’d do anything to make you stay

No light, no light
No light

Tell me what you want me to say

Through the crowds I was, crying out and
In your place there were a thousand other faces

I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right
You want a revelation,
You want to get it right
But, it’s a conversation,
I just can’t have tonight

You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
You are the revelation

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent

A revelation in the light of day,

You can’t choose what stays and what fades away
And I’d do anything to make you stay

No light, no light
No light

Tell me what you want me to say
But would you leave me,
If I told you what I’ve done?

(And would you leave me,
If I’ve found what I’ve become?)
Cause’ it’s so easy,
To sing it to crowd
But it’s so hard, my love,
To say it to you, all alone

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent

A revelation in the light of day,
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away
And I’d do anything to make you stay

No light, no light
No light

Tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation
You want to get it right
But, it’s a conversation,
I just can’t help tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution.

You want a revelation.
You want a revelation,
You want to get it right.

But, it’s a conversation,
I just can’t help tonight.
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Tell me what you want me to say