It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-05-13 05:57 pm (UTC)Just hunt the guy down, buy him dinner, and do the deed already, jesus fuck. ...Or just buy him a few drinks and get right to it, most people in this business are practically whores already. Hell, I'd do it myself if they'd let me off-site long enough. And for you? Dude, just talk to the writers. Bug 'em enough and they're bound to throw you a bone.