You may be able to rattle off a whole list of things you like about someone, but love is something that just happens. Sometimes it happens the moment you meet someone, and sometimes it develops over years. You can’t plan it, you can’t force it, and you can’t explain it.
There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
The floor will have its way it seems
It fights me like a trampoline
It won’t let me on the ground
So this time I’m not coming down
I’ve been talking in my sleep
You once kissed me not to hear me speak
You loved me just so you could leave
Every bit of life wrung out of me
And this time I’m not coming down
This time I’m not coming down
Trampoline
The whole platoon is overfed
And we’re in this thing over our head
My mind it’s never been so clear
But I stutter like an auctioneer
The night has come alive with dreams
That hoot and holler, spit and scream
Every one of them is sick with lust
But every one of them will outlive us
And this time I’m not coming down
This time I’m not coming down
Trampoline
There’s a guy on their committee
Who knows where he can find a trampoline.
And sometimes when he’s sweeping, trying,
And stumbling over words,
She knows just what he means.
He means he’s sweeping her to Lovetron.
Well, it’s nowhere close to a Helen and Dave, but this is pretty sweet as well. Two crazy swingers who know that they’re right for one another — that’s certainly a wonderful sight to see.
It’s gotta be the eleventh hour, though, if all the ships are coming in.
Trampoline! Down the hall! I REMEMBER trampoline days..and nights. Better stay close for awhile, because if he kisses her, AND walks down the hall, some chickee who hasn’t even SEEN Tip will suddenly, from the after-thrust of their mojo, be
pheromoned into into abject and demanding submission. Too soon exposure to the
aforesaid biochemical mix will get in the way of Tip finally getting something he’s wanted a LONG time. This is an explosive mixing, care is called for….GO for her now, TIP.
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Okay, this might work. In which case, my prediction was nearly right, but it would have been even righter if I said the exact opposite or threw a “not” in there somewhere.
Sweet her off her feep.
Who’da thunk Tip would prove a sentimental romantic?
With Tigerlilly, it was pretty obvious from the start. He just needed a few years to find the words.
I think the right words here were “without reason”. Because if you think you need a reason to love someone, you’re doing it wrong.
awgiedawgie – a big AMEN
Damn straight. The best love sneaks up on you and ninjas you, and you kind of wonder what happened but don’t really worry about it all that much.
I’d think that usually you can tell why you love someone anyway
You may be able to rattle off a whole list of things you like about someone, but love is something that just happens. Sometimes it happens the moment you meet someone, and sometimes it develops over years. You can’t plan it, you can’t force it, and you can’t explain it.
There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
(Paul Simon, Graceland)
Ever heard the version by Big Daddy?
I was thinking about Joe Henry’s Trampoline:
The floor will have its way it seems
It fights me like a trampoline
It won’t let me on the ground
So this time I’m not coming down
I’ve been talking in my sleep
You once kissed me not to hear me speak
You loved me just so you could leave
Every bit of life wrung out of me
And this time I’m not coming down
This time I’m not coming down
Trampoline
The whole platoon is overfed
And we’re in this thing over our head
My mind it’s never been so clear
But I stutter like an auctioneer
The night has come alive with dreams
That hoot and holler, spit and scream
Every one of them is sick with lust
But every one of them will outlive us
And this time I’m not coming down
This time I’m not coming down
Trampoline
There’s a guy on their committee
Who knows where he can find a trampoline.
And sometimes when he’s sweeping, trying,
And stumbling over words,
She knows just what he means.
He means he’s sweeping her to Lovetron.
Kiss her, you fool!
This.^
Well, it’s nowhere close to a Helen and Dave, but this is pretty sweet as well. Two crazy swingers who know that they’re right for one another — that’s certainly a wonderful sight to see.
It’s gotta be the eleventh hour, though, if all the ships are coming in.
Trampoline! Down the hall! I REMEMBER trampoline days..and nights. Better stay close for awhile, because if he kisses her, AND walks down the hall, some chickee who hasn’t even SEEN Tip will suddenly, from the after-thrust of their mojo, be
pheromoned into into abject and demanding submission. Too soon exposure to the
aforesaid biochemical mix will get in the way of Tip finally getting something he’s wanted a LONG time. This is an explosive mixing, care is called for….GO for her now, TIP.
“…care is called for…”
I was kind of thinking that total abandon is called for.
i love that album so much i forgave him for stealing Eddie Brickell from me.
And then Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers stole her for a few albums and performances.
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I always thought Tramp O’ Lean was an anorexic Irish prostitute.
Actually, having sex on a trampoline is having sex in the worst way.
My oldest brother recommended a rubber raft on water.This was before waterbeds.
So, American beer style?
He’s really not in peak form. He should’ve mojo’d her away by now
..oh right
Maybe that’s a good thing. It’s forcing conversation.
Yay!
Finally caught up with the current story arc.
Let’s switch gears from “blazing through” to “scrutinizing every single detail while waiting for tomorrow’s strip”
Although…if he loved her from the day they met, ya gotta wonder why.
Science!
She blinded him with it, right?
Cue the funky funky bass line
Okay, this might work. In which case, my prediction was nearly right, but it would have been even righter if I said the exact opposite or threw a “not” in there somewhere.
Those two, on a trampoline. Will the building or one of them crumble first?
The big question is whether there’s a trampoline that can handle the two of them together.
Probably the sweetest thing Tip has ever said.