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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

from the lips of Hawksley Workman

I used to listen to *a lot* of Hawksley Workman. He was always on in the background, I read his writings and musings like they were the last drops of water from a bottle and I was in the desert. I just devoured anything he came up with.

And I spread the word. But after awhile. It was like I let out a secret secret and suddenly it didn't seem so good. I still enjoyed it, but not to the degree I once had.

BUT. I was recently reminded of a live thing he did for the CBC. Oh. My. God. It's hilarious and real, and sexy and it's so good, I had to transcribe (most of it) and post it here for your viewing pleasure. Email me if you want a copy of the mp3. Seriously. It's amazing.

And I trust my lust.
It’s Deep and it’s dirty and it’s dark and it’s true.
It’s deep and it’s dirty and it’s dark and it’s true.
It feels so low and it’s kind of slow and it’s not very fast either.
Trust your lust
Yep, wouldn’t trust anything else, not like my lust.
Thank goodness you’re the least terrible deadly sin. Never thought you were all that bad anyway.
With your writhing on the floor and your all night cravings
Never thought you were that bad anyway
And you feel nice in my hip pocket, close to my skin
And you help me sway when I walk…
You’re really not that….bad.
And I don’t take you to meet my mother, but I know she knows were together
I wouldn’t take you to Christmas dinner or thanksgiving too
I trust you lust, but I wouldn’t introduce you to my mother
Oh lust, you make me do things they say I’m not suppose to
Well look at them, walking so stiff and holding their little faces so tight
Pretending that *that* something isn’t there
Like they got it all figured out!
But you can’t be mastered and you can’t be beaten!
And they day will come when they will break down, weeping at your feet!
You can only fight the animal for so long till you become it…and it becomes you.
So just trust your lust.
Just trust your lust.
Your lust….your lust!!

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    Thursday, April 02, 2009 10:53:00 AM  

    Commenting on your new job! Wow girl, I'm sure you will love the new location and have many more good experiences. Good Luck! top

  • Blogger Melly says so:
    Friday, June 05, 2009 5:34:00 PM  

    A few years ago, I got my hands on an MP3 of "Trust Your Lust" - and I excitedly worked it into *every* mixed cd I made - Now, years later all those discs are either missing or scratched and the mp3 has long since been deleted... SO! If the offer still stand for you to email it - I'd *love* it!

    P.S. I feel exactly the same way you described about over-playing and perhaps even over-sharing the "Secret" - that was the gloriousness of Hawksley. I too devoured everything his brain manifested into reality. Not so much these days, but I still carry around Hawksley Burns for Isadora, a comfort to have with me.

    Anyways, Thanks!
    Melly top