Livin' in Prayer (Bon Jovi)

Language: Greek

I've mentioned this song elsewhere, so I'm not going to try to say a lot about it now. Judging from my own memories of growing up in Iowa, and visiting often when I wasn't living here, Bon Jovi is like the State Bird or something (n.b.: It's actually the goldfinch. -ed).

Meanwhile, allergies. Lots of dust kicked up yesterday in the process of unpacking my CD collection, and I'm still reacting to it this morning, somehow. Or I'm reacting to something else. The new place has been very sneezy so far, and I'm not entirely sure what's causing this. The carpet is new, we've painted everything, the kitchen vinyl got replaced, everything's been wiped down to some degree or another, so the only thing I can think is that I'm having an allergic reaction to the dust that we've brought with us.

Also I'd like to note that most of the pictures lately have been posted through Photobucket instead of Blogger because Blogger has not been co-operating with me on the picture-posting at all, and it pisses me off. I'm not, like, a huge fan of Photobucket either, but it's a step up. Just so you know.

-Jessi

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A time and a no-time,
a long time before --

Tommy used the union in order to work the docks.
(The strike lowers the chances.) Being in
this is hard, so hard.
Gina is occupied in having lunch. She works all day
for her individual, brings her wage home
for the love, for love.

She says that what should've maintained
Him doesn't make a difference, because if He makes it or doesn't,
the other one has this a lot, and
gunfire will give Him love.

Whoa, is there half
existence in prayer?
We take the hand,
we have the other one, and this is a lot.
We'll give him the love of gunfire.

Whoa, we are half there
in a prayerful existence.
We take my hand,
and we'll put Him under oath: I'm making
an existence in prayer.

Tommy acquired six lines. That hock is
exploitation now, used in order
to make the discussion hard. So much of him
is hard; he dreams of Gina. This runs far,
then it shouts at the baby.
The night whispers that Tommy will be all right, someday.

Should we maintain what we have
because it doesn't make a difference? If we make Him, or don't,
(one or the other) He has a lot of
gunfire, for we will give Him the love.

Whoa, we are half there
in a prayerful existence.
We take my hand,
and we'll put Him under oath: I'm making
an existence in prayer.

We expect He should keep us above:
it's everything when you fight for life.
We will make Him take my hand under oath. I am put in a prayer;
I exist in a prayer.

Should we keep it above? Do we expect it, or no?
What do you live for when the fight is all you have?

Whoa, we are half there
in a prayerful existence.
We take my hand,
and we'll put Him under oath: I'm making
an existence in prayer.