{"id":223,"date":"2006-05-12T05:25:00","date_gmt":"2006-05-12T05:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=223"},"modified":"2015-11-01T11:41:55","modified_gmt":"2015-11-01T19:41:55","slug":"from-the-hotel-bar-to-the-airport-lounge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/05\/12\/from-the-hotel-bar-to-the-airport-lounge\/","title":{"rendered":"From the hotel bar to the airport lounge&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/Lorraine2.jpg\" alt=\"Who'll stop Lorraine?\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p>He was terrified.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d known her for years. They were best friends. Sometimes more. It was beyond complicated.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d watched her for years, like a man who finds himself, transfixed, watching one terrible crash after another in a perpetual storm of dark and roiling emotions, too stunned to even feel sympathy for the victims or shame for his wide-eyed spectatorhood.<\/p>\n<p>But now, he was going to say something. He was going to break the rules that had allowed them to twine without tying (as she once had said).<\/p>\n<p>Now, he was going to try to save some fool&#8217;s heart&#8230;<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-223-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Wholl_Stop_Lorraine_1\/20060509_LorraineMOTUMainOuts.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Wholl_Stop_Lorraine_1\/20060509_LorraineMOTUMainOuts.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Wholl_Stop_Lorraine_1\/20060509_LorraineMOTUMainOuts.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>previous AYoS version 16 dec 2006<\/p>\n<p>Who&#8217;ll Stop Lorraine?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve known Lorraine since we were kids<br \/>\nand I&#8217;ve always been amazed<br \/>\nEvery time she went too damn far I thought<br \/>\nWho&#8217;ll stop Lorraine?<\/p>\n<p>I saw her hunt down Billy Jim<br \/>\nhe was doomed from that first day<br \/>\nI saw her rip his heart in two and thought,<br \/>\nWho&#8217;ll stop Lorraine?<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">From the hotel bar to the airport lounge<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Everyone knows her name<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Over and over I ask myself,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Who&#8217;ll Stop Lorraine?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Finally one day I&#8217;d had enough<br \/>\nI sat her down looked her in the eye<br \/>\nLorraine I love you, girl, but straighten up,<br \/>\n&#8217;cause, Lorraine, you&#8217;re wreckin&#8217; people&#8217;s lives<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">From the hotel bar to the airport lounge<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Everyone knows your name<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Over and over they ask themselves,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Who&#8217;ll Stop Lorraine?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I never thought Id see a tear in her eye<br \/>\nI never thought I&#8217;d see into her soul<br \/>\nbut since that day she&#8217;s come so far<br \/>\nand God I&#8217;ve come to love her so<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">From the hotel bar to the airport lounge<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Everyone knows her name<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Over and over they ask themselves,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Whatever became of Lorraine?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 78%;\">(C)2001, TK Major<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He was terrified. 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He&#8217;d watched her for years, like a man who finds himself, transfixed, watching one terrible crash after another in a perpetual storm of dark and roiling emotions, too stunned to even feel sympathy for the victims or [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,27],"tags":[405,629,842,98,465,572],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/223"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=223"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/223\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1944,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/223\/revisions\/1944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}