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I Licked Her Arm
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My friend pulls up and swings around to embrace me. She is layers of musk and hard work. If I licked her arm, I'd taste salt. When I moved to the desert, this desert my friend lives in, I stopped wearing make-up. She never goes without it.
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I recently discovered the strength my parents demonstrated during the difficult times that haunted my childhood. They shielded my siblings and me from a lot of the hardships they experienced, which allowed us to grow up to be happy, secure adults. As a parent now myself, I appreciate how difficult their task was. This song came to me when I was thinking about how I can live up to their example while raising my son. I wrote it for my son, but I now feel compelled to tell everyone about my parents' strengths. It is an absolute thrill having these lyrics published in a book that will reach an international audience. I believe that the theme of my song is universal, and I hope that it will inspire others all over the world to feel a similar gratitude toward anyone special in their lives.
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Genre
Alternative Indie
Author
Matt
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freeware
Uploaded
September 01, 2005
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MP3 4.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
I don't explore the desert, not alone. She takes me. She walks through cacti, bushes, points out javelina tracks, What? . . I whisper, and she snickers. She's educating me, and I'm teaching her about my fear. What do we do if we come across a javelina? She neither reproaches nor derides me, but rather delights in my innocence. But I am afraid. I don't recognize myself when I am with this friend. I walk alongside of her through winter and spring desert with my hands in my pockets. When I'm with her I don't know what to do with my hands. My words are not attached at all to what I am thinking during these times, but they keep coming, and I always think afterwards, it was me - unveiled. Exposed. Raw. I think, it's that layer of nervousness which makes one so aware of words and body parts and breathing.
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G It was a strangely hot September day C D So many years ago G You could have fried an egg on the bare sidewalk C D You would have sold your soul for snow Em D Mary Lou's creamsickle was melting fast Em D And I didn't see the harm Em D In licking up that sticky white cream C D As it trickled down her arm Chorus: G I licked her arm C D [He licked her arm] G I licked her arm C D [He licked her arm] G Out of all the kids I knew in school C D Mary Lou has done the best G When it comes to fame and fortune C D She's outdone all the rest Em D When i see her picture in the tabloids Em D I get just a little alarmed Em D At the warm glow in my trousers C D As I gaze upon her arm Chorus, as many times as you want
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