Langley's Lament
by Langley
(while impatiently awaiting the release of "Chocolat")
All this talk of "Chocolat"
has got me quite upset.
It's got me smoking cigarettes
and breaking a cold sweat.
I walk around the kitchenette,
the bbs I can't forget,
by thoughts of Depp I am beset,
and all I want is "Chocolat"!
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Johnny Found Wood
A parody written by Langley,
to be sung to the tune of
"Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry
The "Ninth Gate" beckoned Johnny Depp to gay Paris
And there he met Vanessa and began to feel free
They fell in love and soon a child was on the way
And life was good except for cameras night and day
They tried to make the best of it, their love was new
But the paparazzi had to get their pictures, too
Go, go. Go, Johnny, go
Johnny found wood
One night down in London at the Mirabelle
Dinner with friends became the night From Hell
A quiet celebration of their unborn child
Paparazzi got word of it and they all went wild
Screaming, shouting, flashbulbs, what a crazy scene
And the paparazzi likely were just feeling mean
Go, go. Go, Johnny, go
Johnny found wood
He begged the slimy bastards just to let him be
But the paparazzi taunted him unmercifully
So Johnny grabbed some wood by the restaurant door
And said, "You guys won't ever f*** with Johnny no more!"
He went to jail, made the news, what a sight
Johnny found wood that night
Go, go. Go, Johnny, go
Johnny found wood
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Dreams & Chance Encounters
Anonymous
As I wake from a restless sleep
thoughts of you spill into my head.
Am I dreaming?
When I set up
I hear you whisper my name in the dark
and my spine melts away.
Am I dreaming?!
I see your face in the window of my soul,
and my heart pounds so hard
I could swear it would explode with one kiss.
Am I STILL dreaming?
I find myself walking down the street
in a strange place,
looking at faces I have never seen.
Their lips speak a strange tongue,
and they look at me as if they know
why I am there.
I'm feeling lonely and out of place,
when out of a sea of people you come.
You are surrounded by people
as if they are each your Guardian Angel.
I look at you and my feet are frozen
like a child afraid to take its first steps.
You look at me
with a smile so bright
my eyes ache.
A smile comes to my lips
as I know in some way you are happy to see me.
You walk up to me and speak,
but words seem to stick in my throat.
You laugh and I see
the inner child in your eyes.
As you get closer your smell intoxicates me
and my knees get weak with every breath.
You wrap your arms around me
and I feel safe and warm
as if I were home again.
Your hair then brushes my face,
and I fight to savor every minute.
In a slow motion
your lips touch mine
so softly
sending ripples of delight through my body
electrocuting my every nerve.
I look into your eyes once more
and see the mystery I long for.
I so want to know
the happiness and sadness I see,
and for an instant you show me.
I find myself secretly wondering
what it would be like
to wake up
and find you there
every day,
and for a second you show me.
As you turn to go away,
I want to run after you
and throw myself into your warm, safe arms
and once again be home.
But I realize that would never be.
The warmness turns to cold
and the smell of you has faded away.
I am once again alone.
A stranger in a strange land.
When I start to leave,
the warmth finds my body again.
I turn, thinking you are there
but all I hear
is the sound of my heart.
Pictures once again flood my brain
and a smile comes to my lips again.
I start to laugh out loud
and cry at the same time
for as long as I'll remember,
I'll know this WASN'T a dream!
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