I absolutely love this love story we wrote, it’s so beautiful, to have searched for 2,000 years for a lover, a vampires love is eternal

 

 

 

This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/

I have loved you for over two thousand years

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I can smell only traces of you

Residue and relics lost

I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft

Behold the tares of 18^th Century gods

Held in high regard

Amongst our tethered Frey

Searching for the most qualified rhetorician

To convince the gods of something tangible today

Once again

Here

Caught

Caught in our slow dance

Oh I love that way

The way your words

They climb through the seasons

And give them meaning

Till here we are

With the wild sea roses

As they rise up, upon each wave of sand

Can you tell me, the direction we’re headed

Spirit, lover, soul mate

We are headed towards ripples of sand storms

Slaying beast that come between our worlds that were torn

Through old lovers and street huggers

We are headed towards cowboys and Indians

And will move rummage any kin to them

We are headed towards Transylvania

Where we were first bitten

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle will gather the town hall

They will convince them all of why we should be together

We are headed towards Jack the Ripper, Shakespeare and Vladimir

Mozart, Beethoven and acapellas with compose a song for us

You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana

For when the gods brings us together

It seems like centuries till the day

And not even I will tire of this search

This unquenchable thirst

So I search this bruised place leaving not one crevice untraced

I time travel

Skimming the surface

Searching

For

You

Whisper it loud into the storm’s wild wind

Let the gods give Romeo and Juliet their chance to start all over again

To take us flying above with your songs

Were each atmosphere

Sweats thick with your thoughts

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I have loved you for over two thousand years

And the gods have denied our request

And now

We roam this bruised place

Obsessed

Chasing

Only traces

Of you

And so

We time travel

Sophia was a slave

A slave from Michigan

They’ll start shippin’ ‘em’

Down my way two weeks from today

2013 kind’a girls

Different faces

But same world

Sophia was a slave

A harlot, lady heroin

A scarlet

A piece

A trick

Pleasure for every man’s dick

Sophia was a gypsy gal

And every man that entered her was disgusting and vile

Sophia was a slave

And every personality she had become

Was purely man made

She was in need of some haldol

 “Cause the voices in her head told her

To just end it all

Sophia was a whore

A wench

Pussy for some blue collar Grinch

Sophia was a slave

They dragged her around like in cave man days

She was no Salem witch

But pimped out bitch

She could make any man feel like they were angelically kissed

Sophia’s been reconstructed

And made to trust it

 

This dystopia