that image immediately takes me to one of my favorite songs called 'baby' by a band called lost and found. george and michael tap into a deep place with their lyrics. two songs especially tell my story, 'rachel racinda' and 'baby'. here are the lyrics to baby.
Her shaved head and her pierced nose,image by sebastian holmer
Her big rotweillers and tie-dyed clothes,
Her Dr. Martins with her biker tights,
Her long black leggings on a hot summer night.
And nobody calls her baby,
Nobody says "I love you so,"
Nobody calls her baby,
I guess she'll never know.
His working boots and flannel shirts,
His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts,
Long lonely walks with nowhere to go,
His only appointment's with a tv show.
And nobody calls him baby,
Nobody says "I love you so,"
Nobody calls him baby,
I guess he'll never know.
Eighty pounds, she's hardly whole,
Losing her body to gain some control,
Hours alone in some tanning salon,
Trying a smaller and smaller size on.
And nobody calls her baby,
Nobody says "I love you so,"
Nobody calls her baby,
I guess she'll never know.
His pin-striped suits and wing-tipped shoes,
His lap-top computer and his Wall Street news,
He makes his plane and keeps his pace,
He hides his pain behind a poker face.
And nobody calls him baby,
Nobody says, "I love you so,"
Nobody calls him baby,
I guess he'll never know.
But somebody loves those babies,
Somebody loves what we can't see,
And if somebody told them maybe,
Those babies would be free,
Those babies would be free.
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