The woman speaks:
And eventually they had to stop and just go somewhere and get a drink. They were tired and it didn’t feel like they were getting anywhere. It wasn’t a very nice place but it wasn’t too loud and it didn’t smell like last night’s party. It was happy hour, so they could get a brandy & soda for $3.
The early evening chatter in the bar was slowly changing from work to banter and flirting, although no one was laughing way too loudly yet or just repeating themselves over and over. It was just an OK place to sit and rest and not talk much and not think about things too much. To get used to no more paradise, just thorn and thistle and the sweat of your brow.
David Bowie was on the jukebox or whatever singing, “You, you can be mean and I, I’ll drink all the time,” and without saying anything she nodded at the little open space and they put their drinks down at the same time, more or less, and stood up and he smiled just a very little bit. It was time to dance.
And eventually they had to stop and just go somewhere and get a drink. They were tired and it didn’t feel like they were getting anywhere. It wasn’t a very nice place but it wasn’t too loud and it didn’t smell like last night’s party. It was happy hour, so they could get a brandy & soda for $3.
The early evening chatter in the bar was slowly changing from work to banter and flirting, although no one was laughing way too loudly yet or just repeating themselves over and over. It was just an OK place to sit and rest and not talk much and not think about things too much. To get used to no more paradise, just thorn and thistle and the sweat of your brow.
David Bowie was on the jukebox or whatever singing, “You, you can be mean and I, I’ll drink all the time,” and without saying anything she nodded at the little open space and they put their drinks down at the same time, more or less, and stood up and he smiled just a very little bit. It was time to dance.
Song: Spinning on the Dance Floor
You and I are on the dance floor, spinning
We don’t see the cheap décor, spinning
And the tourists and the hicks
They’re only here to pick up chicks
No they don’t know there’s something more, spinning
As I look into your face, spinning
We’re all alone in this place, spinning
Those silly girls are so mistaken
Waiting to get their pictures taken
They don’t know there’s something more, spinning
While we’re dancing, while we’re spinning
In your eyes I think I see
Worlds exploding, worlds beginning
A small map of infinity
In a pond, amoebas make no sound, spinning
Eddies flowing underground, spinning
I only pity those poor clucks
Who grope and feel each other up
And can’t see the galaxies go round, spinning
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