Gypsy Lyrics

Fleetwood Mac makes me think of a certain woman, Amelia, who worked with me for Stone & Associates until she went to Colombia to meet up with her boyfriend. Amelia is short, cute and brunette with a lovely nature- but totally spoken for and at 23 too bloody young for me! She likes Fleetwood Mac and has a good singing voice.

Fleetwood Mac Gypsy Lyrics

So I'm back, to the velvet underground
Back to the floor, that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
To the gypsy... that I was

And it all comes down to you
Well, you know that it does
And lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
oh, and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy

To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear
I have no fear, I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love

She is dancing away from me now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And a memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy
You see your gypsy

Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
And it all comes down to you

Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you

I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
I have always loved you
And it all comes down to you...

Car Alarms

Car alarms should be made illegal. The valley in which I live operates like an echo chamber and it seems like many vehicles in it are alarmed. I'm yet to see evidence as to if endless repeating high-pitched noises actually stop theft and vandalism. Such noises are very upsetting to AS people, we who love our relative peace and quiet. When I hear car alarms it incites me to theft and vandalism, as I want to smash the car window, rip the alarm out, wreck it and throw it away.

Introduction

I see things in shades of grey. I have always been this way. One purpose of this blog is to give insight into what life is like for an AS (Asberger's Syndrome) adult living in 21st Century Aotearoa / New Zealand. To take back truth and justice, wherever it may exist... "and f*** the American Way!" (Ice-T). All my life I have been misunderstood, misdiagnosed, prejudged and simply taken for granted. A square peg, a nonconformist. I am of Jewish descent but I like pork and seafood, and oppose Zionism. Bought up as a Christian, but I remain agnostic and a humanist. I love women but I prefer the company of men, and I am celibate. A socialist and republican, yet some of my best friends are pro-capitalist and conservative. Paranoid about war and death, yet both my grandfathers served in WWII. I have studied Maori histories and cultures, to discover more about my own identity as Pakeha. A male whose strongest role models have been women. I reject labels because for many years the wrong ones have been given to me; "unco", "faggot", "wigger", "race traitor", "creep", "pervert", "retard", "four-eyes", "fatty", the list goes on and on.