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This blog is loosely based on actual events. In all cases, incidents, characters, conversations and timelines have been changed for dramatic purposes. All characters are composites, or entirely fictitious. Nothing in this blog is real...or is it?

Monday, December 14, 2009

He's a Mearniac

Just a Steel-Town boy on a Monday night
Lookin for the fight of his life
In the real time world no one sees him at all
They all say he's crazy

Lockin rythms to the beat of his heart
Changing moment into light
He has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance

It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be

(CHORUS)
He's a Mearniac, Mearniac on the floor
And he's dancing like he never danced before
He's a Mearniac, Mearniac on the floor
And he's dancing like he never danced before

On the ice-filled line of sanity
It's a place most never see
It's a hard-won place of mystery
You can touch it but can't hold it

You work all your life for that moment in time
It can come or pass you by
It's a push of the world but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays alive

There's a cold kenetic heat
Struggling, stretching for the beat
Never stopping
With his hair against the wind

(CHORUS)

la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la

(instrumental break)

It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be

He's a Mearniac, Mearniac on the floor
And he's dancing like he never danced before
He's a Mearniac, Mearniac on the floor
And he's dancing like he never danced before

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