- Steele Fixation
- Roz Bertier <lifesanstd@touchmyinfection.com>
Hey! It's Roz, with my FIRST FIC! YAY! Well, here it is! It's
based around a song, the song's called Fixation, and you can
find it on the CD Absolute O'Brien, or just drop me an IM at
the SN of RitzyRiffy, and i can send it to you! enjoy it! Oh,
and i have two more fics from two other songs coming shortly!
Roz
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"Poor Girl, Poor Boy,
They're both aching for the same joy
Seems they never did discover
That each other was their lover
Poor girl, poor boy
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation
Poor he, Poor She
They're both barking up the same tree
If they could only get together,
They could face the stormy weather
Poor he, poor she
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation
Poor Boy, Poor Girl
They're both surfing on the same curl
Seems they chose to learn in random
Never chose to cruise in tandem
Poor boy, Poor girl
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation"
I listened to the song over and over again. I sat there, sprawled
on my couch listening to that one song. I had given up on the
rest of the album once I heard this tune. It had a flamenco touch,
but remained with the rest of the album in it's jazzy feel.
But it wasn't the music that really hit me. The music only backed
my feelings about the lyrics. I took a swig of the wine glass
that I was holding. Those words held so much meaning.
I paced the small living room, reliving those words. The CD had
long since stopped, but the song remained in my head. Poor Girl,
Poor Boy. Well, they really weren't poor. Except in love. Well,
that might have been what the author had been going for.
"They're both aching for the same joy."
Oh, how we were. I could tell that she wanted me. And I wanted
her. I thought of her every moment. Seems the never did discover
that each other was their lover. We hadn't quite reached that
point yet. We were still trying to figure out how the other one
felt about us.
"They're both fixed by their fixation."
We were. We were so fixed upon each other. We were obsessed.
Well I was at least. I was so in love with her. She was in my
every thought. I whispered her name with every breath.
"They're both barking up the same tree, if they could only
get together, they could face the stormy weather."
I wish we could get together. We certainly could face the stormy
weather together. I walked out of my flat, and started heading
down the stairs, still reminiscing over the powerful lyrics.
"They're both surfing on the same curl, seems they chose
to lose in random, never chose to cruise in tandem."
As I pulled the Auburn out of it's parking space I tried to erase
the song from my mind, but I couldn't. We were certainly surfing
on the same curl. Great choice of lyrics, being in SoCal and
all.
And our relationship always was so random. One day it was going
beautifully, and the next we barely said anything to each other,
even in the office. And we never seemed to be in sync with each
other. When one of us was ready to do something, the other wasn't
it was a frustrated cycle. But I suppose that anyone could say
that we were both fixed by our fixation.
The End
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