It's just rock and roll.

Back in August I went to see Oasis. It was my first time seeing them live and the first time they had played here. The concert was sold out. The crowd remained on their feet the whole night. Sang all the words to their songs... except new songs from the new album. Those songs had fans falling in and out of tune. It was one of the best rock shows I have been to. It even left arrogant Liam Gallagher speechless. He so openly admitted to the crowd of thousands and said that the boys would definitely return to this fair city. Honestly, I think Noel Gallagher is the master mind behind this band. That aside they appeared to be more solid than ever before. The pure essence of their rock and roll sound. The Gallagher brothers did not disappoint. The above clip takes us back to that night and one of my favourite Oasis songs.

I was searching through the writing vault so to speak and found this piece. I wrote this awhile ago.

the isolation

the surroundings

repeating like a living heart beat at night fall.

she stood in her own silence. she walked over towards the window. there is the breath taking view. the one in all it's glory, so perfect. the one that keeps her here. the lake deeper than her eyes but cold like her body. just along the water's edge a boat gently sways back and forth in the crisp wind. the boat will take her. the night air is becoming thick around the stately house.

moving across the room, through the open door down towards the corridor to the staircase. silently she stood at the top of the staircase. admiring but waiting. waiting for the maid. anticipating someone, anyone. eventually no one. they have all left for the night. she doesn't need reassurances as she travels down the staircase towards the front door. the darkness brushes along side her. the door gently inching it's way open. the crisp wind reaches the floor. swirling and moving right through her. she is staring out to the lake. her skin pale as fog. her eyes glazed over. the passion and determination washed across her face. she moves lightly making her way to the boat. trying to breath. she lowers herself down to the night's vessel. there are no words. the boat is gently pushed by the water and by the wind. silence is everywhere and the darkness swallowing her. time passes. slowly from the mountainous depths the boat pushes it's way back, empty. alone. the boat wades back to the water's edge. waiting. waiting patiently as it always does. the air is thick and fell all around the stately house. where it will always be, where she will always be.

© copyright written on April 15th 1991 by JAQ.

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