Lindsey McDonald (oklahomalawyer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-07-06 20:27:00 |
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Current location: | Caritas |
Current mood: | quixotic |
Entry tags: | lilah morgan, lindsey mcdonald, lorne, place: la |
Singing His Heart Out
Who: Lindsey OT Lilah
Where: Caritas
When: Monday Night
Can I cut in on a dance?
You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for
In that little Mexican
You can't mix your tears
With those from an agave plant
You see I've danced with him myself
And he's never been a friend
Lindsey did this fairly often. He went to Caritas and sang something or another that he had written years before selling his soul to earn millions of dollars. He hadn't really been feeling the muse for a while now. However, things were starting to change. After recovering from the several nights lack of sleep after Lilah brought him home, it finally hit him again.
You go believin' in your Lancelot
Well it's all in vain
And you're chasin' picket fences,
There's always hell to pay
I met many a girl in here
With the same story line
All them boys on those white horses
Don't know how to ride
The song wasn't really about Lilah herself. He didn't figure her for a tequila drinker. Well, maybe on really bad nights...or really good ones. She probably liked finer brandies and scotches, or maybe even a girly drink when she thought no one was watching. Lilah did seem to him like she had been let down by many a man in her life, or maybe just a lot by one. She didn't seem the type to like to be swept off her feet by romance, though. She'd probably just laugh.
But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride
He wasn't much of a romancer, anyway. That wasn't his type of life, anymore.
She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book
I think chivalry's dead
And I ain't gonna look
For them roundtable boys on the white horse
That can't get the story right."
I said "as luck would have it
I was tossed by the throne
I let my Marion down
Some years ago
And I traded my coat of arms
For a guitar and some broken yellow lines."
He just hoped that maybe, just maybe, she might be willing to open up to him a little more. He wasn't asking for anything like marriage, or even a full relationship. The chance at one was all that he really wanted.
But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride
She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit
The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips
And she raised that glass and the lime
And she kissed them goodbye
She said "promise me you'll take it slow
And swear no talk of tomorrow
And when you feel me tighten around you
Well you can let the hammer down."
But I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride
Of course, he just wasn't sure how to put any of these thoughts into words to tell her yet.
(OOC: The song is "Different Kind of Knight" by Kane and I got the lyrics from www.sweetslyrics.com)