{"id":591,"date":"2015-08-12T20:31:01","date_gmt":"2015-08-13T00:31:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/?p=591"},"modified":"2017-06-16T14:39:41","modified_gmt":"2017-06-16T18:39:41","slug":"head-to-toe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/2015\/08\/12\/head-to-toe\/","title":{"rendered":"Head to Toe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Blue Angel. 1930. Before most of our parents were born. \u00a0In Europe, lusty lust was not lost, but\u00a0America diluted its fire water into warm milk. \u00a0I&#8217;m gonna try to capture the spirit of Frederick Hollander&#8217;s lyrics made famous by Marlene Dietrich. \u00a0Apologies to the dead for this poor man&#8217;s rendering of &#8220;Falling In Love Again&#8221;.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Some side-wise\u00a0beauty flickers,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Some &#8220;je ne sais-pas-quoi&#8221;.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Like fool&#8217;s gold, a\u00a0glimmer,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> but the shine is faint and dull.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>And\u00a0then\u00a0my eyes catch\u00a0yours,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and then\u00a0we&#8217;re face-to-face,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and now we&#8217;re falling forward,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>down into wordless\u00a0space.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Always,\u00a0from head to toe,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I&#8217;m\u00a0aching for your touch.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Beyond the dream of us,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> there is nothing.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>All things we are we&#8217;ve made&#8211;<\/em><br \/>\n<em> together all there is.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> All that&#8217;s hers is his,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and I&#8217;m\u00a0helpless.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Others flit &#8217;round me,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> like moths drawn to the flame,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they will all burn soon,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> but you&#8217;ll always remain.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Always,\u00a0from head to toe,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I&#8217;m\u00a0aching for your touch.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Beyond the dream of us,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> there is nothing.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Trembling beneath my hands,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> with\u00a0urgent burning want,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I&#8217;m haunted by the terror,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> that you&#8217;ll be going away.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Not one precious drop of you,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> would I\u00a0dare to waste.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I\u00a0starve for just\u00a0a taste,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and I love it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>I am from head to toe,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> so aching for your touch.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Beyond the dream of us,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> there is nothing.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>All things we are we&#8217;ve made&#8211;<\/em><br \/>\n<em> together all there is.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> All that&#8217;s hers is his,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and I&#8217;m\u00a0helpless.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Others flit &#8217;round me,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> like moths drawn to the flame,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and they will all burn soon,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> but you&#8217;ll\u00a0always remain.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>I am from head to toe,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> so aching for your touch.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Beyond the dream of us,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> there is nothing.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;ll be updating the lyrics sporadically, as the whim strikes me. \u00a0It seems each time I do, I wander further from the proper meter. \u00a0Do add your thoughts in the comments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Blue Angel. 1930. 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