Spending some time remembering, fondly

Actually, there were THREE of us back then:  Me (the resident ‘last great broad’ and video genius); David, the producer/director and video genius; and Jeffery, the owner of the video/audio business and guitar/video genius.  And yes, we were all ‘geniuses’ because we knew how to pull off great videos in a very short amount of time.  We kicked butt, even if it meant a 40-hour day…we worked out of love, and it showed in the final product.

I lost contact with David when he left Milwaukee (and Jeffery’s business–a long-lasting spat).  I have had little, yet somewhat positive contact with Jeffery, a McCartney look-alike, after our business relationship kind of fell apart a bit over 10 years ago (tell me, just how much can you do for someone, business-wise, for no pay?).  And, Jeffery never realized just how much I so totally loved him as a best friend…he was soooo blind.

So, this tune reminds me of days now past, not to be ever forgotten, because I know good times/bad times, there is nothing like a friend…and I seem to have lost these two.

Because…it’s been THAT kind of a day

 

Holding Back The Years

Holding back the years
Thinking of the fear I’ve had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that’s gone
Strangled by the wishes of pater
Hoping for the arms of mater
Get to me the sooner or later

Holding back the years
Chance for me to escape from all I’ve known
Holding back the tears
Cause nothing here has grown
I’ve wasted all my tears
Wasted all those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
Nothing ever could yeah

I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
So tight

I’ve wasted all my tears
Wasted all of those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
Cause nothing ever could oh yeah

I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
Holding, holding, holding

That’s all I have today
It’s all I have to say

For a bit of a change of pace

Some I miss, more than you could think…and others I’ve shrugged off…those like the Obamas and their ilk!

 

Shall memories

Lose their meanings

Because you are there

And I am here?

Ten, even twenty or thirty years

Should never matter

If we were…are

Truly friends.

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