I think I oughta just go to bed...
I'm sitting here trying to find info about Tracey Thurman, a woman who was viciously attacked and left a quadriplegic by her husband Charles "Buck" Thurman in Torrington, Ct. back in the '80's. (Yeah, I have the movie starring Nancy McKeon...)
Anyhoot, I'm also watching a tape I made of a VH-1 marathon of "Behind the Music".
John Denver's story is running now....this dude kills my heart.
His song "Ain't it Good to be Back Home Again" rips my heart out with the line "Sometimes, this old farm feels like a long lost friend..." because it IS Wellacrest to me.
"Annie's Song", however, makes me cry from the first note to the last.
I ever get to record me singing, it's gonna be this song, re-titled "Eric's Song"...
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again Between Liar Guys latest bullshit, the fact that I'm sitting here feeling sorta sick (not sure what it is...) and that this song ALWAYS does this me, I think I've had enough of this day. Sucks that John DENVER (not Liar Guy) is dead.
And, to be perfectly honest, most all of his songs hurt my heart at least a little. I realize they're mostly about Colorado and all, but they sound like Idaho to me and they remind me (hard) that Eric isn't where he belongs. He belongs home...in Idaho. Going up a mountain, to see the valley below, with headphones on listening to John. He'd get done looking at the land he loves and turn around, step up onto his horse and ride to the next valley. If God gives any kind of a damn at all, he will be doing this again someday. I hope I get to see it.
If I could have anything I wanted, this would be it. 'Cause no matter how much I may have changed his day-to-day life, no matter how much happier he is now...it won't, it can't, be complete until he's home again.
In Idaho, that beautiful state, with it's mountains, valleys, streams, openness, clean air.....
After what he's been through and survived, it's what he deserves. I want that for him more than I want anything for myself.
Please, God?
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Posted by: eric at February 07, 2004 12:37 PM (MP/aT)
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