“Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.”
Ron Hawkins is the god of my idolatry.
The acoustic revue was last night. And I am still bleeding…
Ron and his guitar and keyboards, Lawrence with his harmonica and guitar, Julie with the violin and Alex with the cello.
Pure, simple perfection. No greater high. Ron wins hands down in any “who’d ya fuck” contest.
I wish I could pinpoint my passion.
Is it the smart, introspective, sexy, raw lyrics?
Is it his gorgeous slightly raspy voice?
Is it the lush, intertwining melodies?
Is it the mystery behind his soulful amazing eyes and smile?
Who knows. But the man, and his music has found a permanent place in my heart… a song for every Jen occasion. Seriously. Feeling low? Feeling unrequited bleeeeeding pain? Feeling alone, confused, disjointed? Looking for a sign in life? Falling in love? Falling in lust? Beat yourself senseless? Drunk? Suicidal? Hopeful? Idealist? Jaded? Trying to figure out what the hell is happening? Go to Ron.
I left the show last night in awe. I want to say it is the best show I have ever been to, however after seeing so very many, well, it definitely tied for first. Pretty much every song I wanted to hear was played. Including the new ones…
I left “wet with passion”
Experience a sampling of lyrics below….and then you tell me. Oh and add a gorgeous musician sitting 3 feet in front of you with a guitar and a smile with crinkles around his eyes…Brilliance.
“Your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game you’re playing. And I might want you…Yeah, but I don’t need you …”
“I don’t understand I don’t want to be your hangman, I don’t understand I just want to be your lover….at least for the night, until the stock market changes…”
“And I’d forget about you if I could dare but I just want to make love to you in some dark, rainy street somewhere…”
“Well, I’ve kissed you in France and I’ve kissed you in Spain
And I’ve kissed you in places I’d better not name
And I’ve seen the sun go down on Sacre Coeur
But I like it much better going down on you ”
“You’ve got a hunger, I’ve got a thirst, man it never gets better it only gets worse…”
“The chase is preferred to the taste…”
“So when I phone you presume I’m lonely, and when you call and I think your in need, don’t lift a finger to complete the story, I like it better when your just an idea…remember the simple rules of the game, you love them until they love you and then your right on the next train…”
“Be my alibi, let me get off easy, hold me and believe me…and when I drink too much you tell me that its charming, you tell me that my fits are never too alarming…”
“Were gonna spend a jailbirds honeymoon, cavorting conjugally in the trailer by the shadow of machine gun blues. That ain’t no gun in my pocket, just seeing you fills me with joy, you be my pistol packing mama and Ill be your heat seeking boy…”
“All things hidden in the word “discreet”
Intuition of the night, I’d meet your body in the sheets
And those three little words and those glimpses of curves
And the almost unbearable heat…
Bracing limbs entwined in the sheets
Pressing lips in the snow covered streets
Hungry hands and a travelers heart
Held entranced from the end to the start
Till it feels like its always been this
Infinite all encompassing kiss
Just we two in the whisperingness…”
“You were wet with fear she was wet with passion…”