Dark Side of the Horse by Samson for May 22, 2015

If I hear something late at night, Horace, I won’t ask you what it was. But I won’t promise not to call the police.

Too much information, or not enough?

Are you sure your name isn’t Luka?

It’s a whole new concept in speed-dating.

I recognized the lyrics...Luca by Susan Vega

My name is LucaI live on the second floorI live upstairs from youYes I think you’ve seen me beforeIf you hear something late at nightSome kind of trouble, some kind of fightJust don’t ask me what it wasJust don’t ask me what it wasJust don’t ask me what it was.I think it’s because I’m clumsyI try not to talk too loudMaybe it’s because I’m crazyI try not to act too proudThey only hit you until you cryAnd after that you don’t ask whyYou just don’t argue anymoreYou just don’t argue anymoreYou just don’t argue anymore.Yes I think I’m okI walked into the door againWell, if you ask that’s what I’ll sayAnd it’s not your business anywayI guess I’d like to be aloneWith nothing broken, nothing thrownJust don’t ask me how I amJust don’t ask me how I amJust don’t ask me how I am--Is this Samson’s way of telling us he and/or Horace are being abused?

Very nice.

6’1" is pretty tall.

Thank you; you’ve made my night!

this is why I became a fan of Dark Side of the Horse!