Strangers

Write Slut Playlist – 9
The Kinks – Strangers


I’m unable to quantify how sad this tune makes me feel, and yet, simultaneously, it provides a kind of nostalgic comfort. Why does hearing, “Strangers”produce these emotions? I’m not sure. Maybe because it feels like a confession and evokes the catharsis that comes with one? One thing’s for sure, when I hear this song, I always think of my last Dominant.

I’ve been meaning to write something about what I learned from my former Domme. Despite many personal differences, she made me want to be a better man and a better submissive. And, honestly, I wouldn’t be worthy of serving anyone if it weren’t for the lessons I learned as her boy. Sometimes I feel like I learned these lessons at her expense. Other times, I feel sure she constructed me to be someone different than I was.

Maybe we were both guilty of this.

Without context, I doubt much of what I just said makes sense. One of these days, I’ll be capable of explaining the ‘why’ and ‘how’ of all this. But obviously, that explanation won’t happen today. Some things still hurt too much.

It wont be settled between her and I anytime soon – if ever. We don’t talk anymore, and I don’t think she feels we’re still friends. Ah well, so it goes…and despite what one might read into the lyrics, the truth is I’ve moved on: claimed, owned, and happily under Ma’am’s thumb.

Anyway – that’s enough personal reflection (or rumination) and nostalgia for now.

Where are you going I don’t mind
I’ve killed my world and I’ve killed my time
So where do I go what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I don’t mind
If I live too long I’m afraid I’ll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me

Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one

So you’ve been where I’ve just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
‘Till peace we find tell you what I’ll do
All the things I own I will share with you
And, if I feel tomorrow, like, I feel today
We’ll take what we want and give the rest away

Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one

Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
‘Cos soon I feel you’re gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud but it aches with rage
And, if I live too long I’m afraid I’ll die

Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one

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