This place is of the dark…

Boy am I tired. I am trucking along with work and work. I just finished a SM gig for this Hindu Dance Concert, and I am in the midst of rehearsals for a show called “The Hot L Baltimore” which is going well, and will be done in like 3 weeks. Work at Starbucks is going great still, but I have the opening shift which means work at 4:30am and then nap, and then rehearsal till 9:30pm and then sleep and then up again at 4:30am. My days are kinda sliding together, but I am happy. (I think)

my place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
and i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
my place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
and i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark

i don’t know when i noticed life was life at my expense
the words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
the dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve
i said i have no way of feeding you, so leave
but there was a time i asked my father for a dollar
and he gave it a ten dollar raise
and when i needed my mother and i called her
she stayed with me for days
now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
no one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
but i tried to make this place my place
i asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
yeah but i’ll tell you
my place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
and i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
my place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(by grace, my sight grows stronger)
and i do not feel the romance i will not be
(and i will not be a pawn for the prince of darkness any longer)

-indigo girls

maybe there’s no haven in this world for tender age
my heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
my greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
and my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve
oh the cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
i couldn’t hear them for the thunder
i was half the naked distance between hell and heavens ceiling
and he almost pulled me under
now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
no one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
but i tried to make this place my place
i asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
but i’ll tell you
my place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
and i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
my place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(by grace, my sight grows stronger)
and i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
(grows stronger)
by grace
(my place is of the sun)
my sight
(and this place is of the dark)
is growing stronger
(i do not feel the romance)
i will not be a pawn
(i will not be)
for the prince of darkness any longer