Saturday, October 9, 2010

Gloria Roria.

"Hey you know what's really weird? Los Angles California has the best landscape and climate and all that but New York has the grooviest people!" - Jim Morrison

Roria: A nickname that i commonly go by when i'm upstate. My Dad gave me this name ever since I was a kid, in fact I don't even recall him ever using my real name. Deli men, family members, Teachers, Family friends all know me as Roria. The irony is that my dad being if not a bigger doors head than i am - but a song called "Gloria" is a minor staple of where it originated from. I can relive days truckin' in my dads Bronco, and him singing "ROOOORIA!" instead of "Gloria" There's a lot of significance as to why I am a fan, not only for the best music made and lyrical trip but it's a sense of home for me. It might not come off as anything to anyone but to me, it's just a place where my head can go and be immaculately in tune with all i know, my mind, body. Home. I definitely see it as a spiritual awakening, like i've said before no two feelings are alike but when i listen, but they match up and make perfect sense. Anyways, I ment to originally blog about the fact I accidentally drove more than 3 blocks with my foot on the break because I got so into the live version of Gloria. For those of you that don't know it....Jim does what he does and gets raunchy and yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh road that break! hahahaahaha i laughed at myself.

You were my queen and I was your fool,
Riding home after school.
You took me home
To your house.
Your father's at work,
Your mama's out shopping around.
Check me into your room.
Show me your thing.
Why'd you do it baby?

Getting softer--slow it down
Now you show me your thing.
Now why don't you wrap your lips around my cock baby!
Wrap your legs around my neck,
Wrap your arms around my feet,
Wrap your hair around my skin.

I'm gonna eat ya honey, im gonna  eat ya baby
i'm gonna huhhhhh--all right, ok, yeah.
It's getting harder--It's getting too darn fast
Come on, now, let's get it on.
it's gonna rip you in two
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,

Make me feel all right!

Keep the whole thing going, baby!

+ I just cant get enough!

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