Thank You.

Thank You.
Originally posted to http://adultfriendfinder.com/blog/Red_Anhedonia Jan 30, 2009 1:19 am


If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all,
Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong, together we shall go until we die.
My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....
I'm glad.

If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.


I was driving to work, when this song popped onto my iPod. I have three versions of the song on my iPod, and after hearing one, I decided to consecutively listen to the other two. The first, and obviously is the original, by Led Zeppelin.

I also have a version by Duran Duran, which closely resembles the original. I have an affinity for covers, ya know, when a band covers another band's music, I especially love it when the band doing the covering, can make that song have it's own particular sound, or trademark.

That said, the third version is on a recording called Crucify, by Tori Amos. She covers Thank you, as well as Smells Like Teen Spirit originally recorded by Nirvana. She puts her own Tori spin on it, heavy with the piano her main instrument besides her hauntingly beautiful vocals.

I had a thought, an overtly girly thought. It actually took me by surprise because I haven't day dreamed in that sort of way since I was in my early teens at least. I thought to myself, that should I ever marry again, I would want my entrance to be to Tori's version of that song. Then I went even further out into my dream world, and thought better yet, I would like to call up my piano playing friend, and have him record a version like Tori's but with MY vocals.

I hadn't really considered my self singing anywhere where the public could hear me since the Meteor came into my life. Tears streamed down my face, as I felt liberated. I felt kind, dreaming, sensitive, precious me flood into me.

Perhaps I should mention, I've quit smoking. Nearly a decade of smoking, and feeling pushed down, and smothering myself while being smothered by others. Finally, I am free.

Quitting smoking (though it has only been a week) has been cathartic, in ways I never thought shedding this particular bad habit could be. My last cigarette, I smoked reluctantly, but ceremoniously as though I was saying goodbye to a good friend.

I am hopeful. Hopeful about so many things. Most of all the new man in my life. One who encourages the best out of me and doesn't encourage that self-deprecating way I've developed to protect myself. So, to him (though you know the context) I dedicate this song to you, and thank you. For your solid support, and of course, for having the patience to wait while I pull my own hard head out of my ass.