Monday Morning
 
            
                
                    Goulet                
                
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                    I forgot how chilling the west wind was
and how chilling snowfall is
in the morning
when you first get up
out of all your warmth
and sweaty positions,
and I forgot how much you grow
and how much of a rise you get
from the chilly mornings
and the raucous nights,
and we had them all the time
in our past life
and in our old house
and in our candle-lit bedroom,
remember,
and you tore at my clothes
and at my shoulders,
and you tore at your clothes
and your breasts,
and you couldn't stop,
you couldn't even love me then,
you couldn't even think,
and I tell you I forgot how the snow looked,
and you laugh and giggle at me
and smile your naked smile,
and the cold can hit your skin
and make you soft-to-touch
and sexy,
but the morning,
the cool-cold morning,
still wets its appetite on you
and on me,
and on everything from last night
when we danced in the steaming shower,
and when we drank to good health
and to dying young,
and you never stopped smiling
or touching me on the waist
or softly on my shoulders,
just as if you cared,
and it's the morning that takes all that away,
it's the morning that makes everything
new and fresh,
and ready for us to drink away
again tonight.
                and how chilling snowfall is
in the morning
when you first get up
out of all your warmth
and sweaty positions,
and I forgot how much you grow
and how much of a rise you get
from the chilly mornings
and the raucous nights,
and we had them all the time
in our past life
and in our old house
and in our candle-lit bedroom,
remember,
and you tore at my clothes
and at my shoulders,
and you tore at your clothes
and your breasts,
and you couldn't stop,
you couldn't even love me then,
you couldn't even think,
and I tell you I forgot how the snow looked,
and you laugh and giggle at me
and smile your naked smile,
and the cold can hit your skin
and make you soft-to-touch
and sexy,
but the morning,
the cool-cold morning,
still wets its appetite on you
and on me,
and on everything from last night
when we danced in the steaming shower,
and when we drank to good health
and to dying young,
and you never stopped smiling
or touching me on the waist
or softly on my shoulders,
just as if you cared,
and it's the morning that takes all that away,
it's the morning that makes everything
new and fresh,
and ready for us to drink away
again tonight.
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            i really love the way you have of describing those quiet private moments together with such a tenderness that escapes a lot of people.
 beautiful thoughts, beautiful moments and even more lovely the thought of waking up in the morning looking forward to having another day ahead of you to create new ones.0
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            You say: "you couldn't even love me then" & later, "just as if you cared"
 Makes me sad.
 Makes me toast love lost.
 And, I sat here wanting to critique this for you teacher, but alas, I cannot!
 Maybe I drank too much.Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            Originally posted by Being Enlightened
 Maybe I drank too much.
 maybe I drank too much
 and then again...
 SPANK0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 maybe I drank too much
 and then again...
 SPANK 
 Hurts soooo good!!!!!
 Come on Goulet, make it hurt so good! Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            someone told me this would happen today,
 i think it was teh Leprechaun on my shoulder,
 i think.0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 someone told me this would happen today,
 i think it was teh Leprechaun on my shoulder,
 i think.
 Aye-te-tye! Yer a lucky feller! A bleedin' Leprechaun on yer shoulder! Get 'im te take ye t'da pot 'o gold and don-na let 'im outta yer sites eh, or 'ill be off like a shot, over da rainbow wid out ya!Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            he cobbles my shoes when i'm out of town,
 he's a good Leprechaun,
 not like that one that's in my friend's front yard,
 that little bastard will be teh end of me,
 it's a good thing he's hibernating right now.0
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            A nice one you got, eh?
 Well then you are a lucky fellow!
 Does your friend like his Leprechaun?
 If not, you could always re-locate him while he snoozes! Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            but if you touch an evil Leprechaun then your wang turns green
 or so i hear...
 yeah i said wang
 wha?0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 but if you touch an evil Leprechaun then your wang turns green
 or so i hear...
 yeah i said wang
 wha?
 Everybody have fun tonight
 Everybody WANG chung! chung!
 A green wang? Hmmm, sounds infectious!
 OK, so, don't eat the yellow snow AND don't touch an evil Leprechaun!Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            what if the yellow snow is lemon-favored though,
 because then i'm going to eat it
 yummy yum yum-yum0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 what if the yellow snow is lemon-favored though,
 because then i'm going to eat it
 yummy yum yum-yum
 LOL! Well, you can be the beefeater, okay?
 I see some brown resting in a nice pile of snow over there---oh, beefeater---taste that and let me know if it's Belgian or Swiss chocolate, please.Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            mmm
 tastes just like hot chocolate
 or maybe hot poo,
 but i need a second opinion0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 mmm
 tastes just like hot chocolate
 or maybe hot poo,
 but i need a second opinion
 Well, then, pass it over, I'll give 'er a lick.Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            Originally posted by Being Enlightened
 Well, then, pass it over, I'll give 'er a lick.
 its another one of those mornings then...
 slap
 lick
 spank
 grab0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 its another one of those mornings then...
 slap
 lick
 spank
 grab
 molest
 unbutton
 lick
 zip
 rub
 moan
 When isn't it one of those mornings...afternoons...evenings...days...months...years...
 decades...centuries...? Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            I GOT YOU (AT THE END OF THE CENTURY)
 I got you and it's all I need
 I got you and it's all I need
 I got you and it's all I need
 I got you
 I got you and I still believe
 That you're all that I'll ever need
 It's you
 All the way back in the seventies
 You were my little T.V. queen
 Y'er tarzan and friend Janine
 I got you
 I got you and I still believe
 That you're all that I'll ever need
 It's you
 It's the end of the century
 I can't think of anything
 Except you
 It's the end of the century
 And I can't think of anything
 But you, all, all, I, need
 I got you
 I got you, babe
 I got you
 I got you
 I got you
 I got you0
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            Originally posted by Goulet
 I GOT YOU (AT THE END OF THE CENTURY)
 I got you and it's all I need
 I got you and it's all I need
 I got you and it's all I need
 I got you
 I got you and I still believe
 That you're all that I'll ever need
 It's you
 All the way back in the seventies
 You were my little T.V. queen
 Y'er tarzan and friend Janine
 I got you
 I got you and I still believe
 That you're all that I'll ever need
 It's you
 It's the end of the century
 I can't think of anything
 Except you
 It's the end of the century
 And I can't think of anything
 But you, all, all, I, need
 I got you
 I got you, babe
 I got you
 I got you
 I got you
 I got you Be my boy, my 20th century toy? Be my boy, my 20th century toy?
 Babe,
 I got you babe,
 When my world is feeling down
 When my smile's turned upsidedown
 I got you
 To unzip your pants
 Let's us do the horizontal dance
 In Bedrock, twitch, twitch. Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            twitch, twatch
 snitch, snatch
 perfect match
 for my latch0
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            slippery, slick
 got a trick
 lickety, lick
 rhymes with dick  Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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