InsaneJournal

Voice post
There is the sound of a throat being cleared.

So my savage beast has been needing a great deal of soothing lately. So I decided to try and pick up a new friend. This is my friend Mandy.

There's a delicate strum over the strings of a mandolin.

I know not very original, but it suits her. To attempt to balm over my anger, and wrathful side I taught myself to play one of my favorite songs. And I'm in a good enough mood to share it with ya'll. Have a listen.



(All the electric guitar bits are replaced with her playing the mandolin.)

Her husky alto wasn't far off from the male lead.

Tell me have you ever wanted
Someone so much it hurts,
Your lips keep trying to speak
But you just can't find the words?
Well, I had this dream once,
I held it in my hand.

He was the purest beauty,
But not the common kind.
He had a way about him
That made you feel alive,
And for a moment,
You made the world stand still.
Yeah we owned the night.

You had me dim the lights,
You danced just like a child.
The wine spilled on your shirt,
And all you did was smile.
Yeah, it was perfect,
And I hold it in my mind.
Yeah, we owned the night.

When the summer rolls around,
And the sun starts sinkin' down,
I still remember you,
oh I remember you.
And I wonder where you are,
Are you looking at those same stars again?
Do you remember when...

We woke under a blanket,
All tangled up in skin,
Not knowin' in that moment
We'd never speak again.
But it was perfect, I never will forget
When we owned the night.

Yeah, we owned the night.

Yes!

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Honest critiques are welcome, ones that are just plain mean spirited will be ignored. Because, well, even you can't bring me down from my high right now.