pick up the telephone and I will bring you home.
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Son of a Poor Man
REO Speedwagon
Hometown lady, leavin' for the city
Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train
Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving.
But a woman can't be high-class
In a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man
Ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.
Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show
Painted lips and fingers singing for the world
A fashion plate for sure dancin' for your plastic world
Call me up if you can but if not well I'll understand
But a woman can't be high-class
In a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man
Ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.
Songwriters: Gary Richrath
Son of a Poor Man lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Intimacy was defined for me in a very dark place as being able to share your true self with another, and accept them for their true self, and be content without any desire to change that other person. I have been lucky enough to have found a person that I am able to share intimacy with. Perfection is a lie which society imposes on the minds of people in an attempt to have people embrace a unified deception of truth, beauty, and tomorrow. Society wants everyone to trade today for a "better tomorrow". Wake the fuck up. There is NO better tomorrow. Depression is a love affair with the past which has left you. Anxiety is the fear of the unknown tomorrow. Embrace your present, if you only concentrate on being the best person you can be at this moment, you can awaken to a better reality. Find someone who sees you as you are as perfection, and love them for who they are. Therein lies the passion of legends and the life worth living.
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