{"id":252,"date":"2006-08-18T07:33:00","date_gmt":"2006-08-18T07:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=252"},"modified":"2015-10-30T17:07:30","modified_gmt":"2015-10-31T00:07:30","slug":"if-i-had-time-to-count-the-lies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/08\/18\/if-i-had-time-to-count-the-lies\/","title":{"rendered":"If I had time to count the lies…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Not<\/p>\n

H<\/span>e lay on the bed, watching her.<\/p>\n

He was never any good at reading her. He never felt like he knew what she was thinking.<\/p>\n

He was drinking, once, with the guy she had gone out with before him.<\/p>\n

“Most people,” that guy had said with drunken conviction, “have a mask they hide behind. And when you get to know them, they let it down a little and you start to see what’s there. With her,<\/span>” and his eyes glinted a little in the dim bar as he paused, shot glass in hand, for effect, “with her, it’s just one mask after another. At first, you think, ah<\/span>, a mystery. I love a mystery.”<\/p>\n

The ex-boyfriend threw back the tequila and went on. “But the mystery becomes like a bad surrealism movie… there’s no…” His eyes seemed to unfocus for a moment. “There’s no coherency.<\/span> A true sociopath would…” he stopped suddenly.<\/p>\n

“I’m sorry, man. I must be drunk. I was just talkin’ shit. I mean, well, she is<\/span> a piece of work, and we both know that… but she is <\/span>a real double E-ticket ride. If you want the thrills, you gotta stand in line. Oh, wait. God, I’m drunk. Let’s have another round…”<\/p>\n\n

Internet Archive page for this recording<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

AYoS October 09, 2005<\/a>
\nAYoS January 28, 2006<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Not One of Those Dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

If I had time to count the lies
\nor that hours that you stole
\nbut it ain’t like me to wonder why
\nall the same there’s some things one needn’t be told<\/p>\n

I can see it in your smile<\/span>
\nit’s there behind all your words<\/span>
\nsomething dancing behind your eyes<\/span>
\nI can tell that you think it’s<\/span>
\nme that’s gonna get burned<\/span><\/p>\n

It ain’t like you’re the only one
\nthat ever threw away love
\nI’ve sinned your sins and some again
\nit’s all the same, it’s all been done<\/p>\n

I can see it in your smile…<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m not saying that I’m sorry
\nI won’t say I didn’t love you
\nI won’t say that I didn’t have some dreams
\nbut not once did I dream they’d ever come true<\/p>\n

I can see it in your smile<\/span>
\nit’s there behind all your words<\/span>
\nsomething dancing behind your eys<\/span>
\nI can tell that you think it’s<\/span>
\ngonna be me that’s gonna get burned<\/span><\/p>\n

(C)1981, TK Major<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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