The In-between

...Because "Tomorrow I Cross Over; Tonight I Drink", is too long a title for a blog.

Strange Songs Early in The Morning Near the Bosphorus [or] slowly making my way to Munich

   It's a pretty morning west of the Bosphorus--puffy, pregnant clouds in the sky; crisp though. It's even better to have both my eyes open...  Sitting at the Swissotel--gingerly, you see, left side still smarts a bit... the sun's in my eyes, but that's fine, great in fact.  Toggling through my music, I stopped on Black Rebel Motorcycle Club; nostalgia you think?  I remember these guys playing small venues in San Francisco, even The Great American Music Hall in the Tenderloin [no, back when hipsters and tech-bros would get the shyte kicked out of them there].  So, if misery loves company, then I'll love to share this song with the ether.

I see the rifles coming over the hill
And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill
But if you think like me
You'll be as dead as he
I see the lion crawling over your bed
And if you stay he'll make you walk in your bed
To what you're gonna be
It never lets you be
I see the color in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see more color in your eyes
Than the reflections from purple skies
I won't let you take him away
And I won't give to you the fires of hate
So I will never see
What you've done to me
I see the color in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see more color in your eyes
Than the reflections from purple skies
Now
You come alive
With the world at your side
Now
You come alive
With the world at your side
I see the rifles coming over the hill
And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill
But if you think like me
You'll be as dead as he
Some day
I see the color in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see more color in your eyes
Than the reflections from purple skies
Now
You come alive
With the world at your side