Love
Three am, still listening to the audio book “the Hit” by David Baldacci. But the story was not what she was listening to as much as a way to identify the characters from an earlier book, “the innocent”. Filly was hearing her own “story”. She had found an author who wrote exactly what she thought in her own belief systems. Not robotic. Not impossible to describe. Like he could not only read her mind but could write in in a way that was respectful, intuitive and honorable.
Grand central (By Kpax), the song she loved was also his publisher. She found it, found the video, pushed play. She listened to the music, maybe two minutes at the beginning. It was beautiful.
The characters were compelling, and so intelligent, the logic impeccable, and the innocent ones protected. Not without great mental moral battles and unanswered questions. The job was brutal, but the light in the room, was that the main character, was recognizing that “compartmentalizing” was not his “world” any more.
No shelves with forgotten war mementos, or boxes with foreign writing or things that no longer held a fascination for the main character. The innocent one in the book was given an apology. And the lingering touch, of what it took to arrive there, was beautiful. Understandable. Character building. And she understood.
There were many ways to look at this story, and many analogies to make. The couple could be like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, married, but embroiled in battle. But in this story, they could not shoot each other. Their bitter childhoods did not ruin them permanently. Their “peek” into normalcy, was the light, becoming brilliant, and it was shining from a place of innocence.
There was no “dirty work” that could not be forgiven. Filly wanted to write about it…. re-write what was wrong and make it true.
Dirty Work
Robie cop
Times were hard
and you never paid the fee
You always found the way around it
Always got away scott free
But now you know you need forgivin’
You no longer own the town
That’s the time I saw you runnin’
And I knew you’d come around
God’s a jewel, forgives your dirty work, oh yeah
Says you got to do your dirty work, no more
God’s a jewel, forgives your dirty work, oh yeah
Light the candle
Put the lamp upon the floor
No more hiding under cover
Like a thousand times before
Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee the knight in armor
And I know I am to blame
God’s a jewel, forgives your dirty work, oh yeah
Says you got to do your dirty work, no more
God’s a jewel, forgives your dirty work, oh yeah
God’s a jewel, forgives your dirty work, oh yeah
Says you got to do your dirty work, no more
God’s a jewel, forgives your dirty work, oh yeah