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''They say that these things always begin with a woman, but that is just a trope. However in this case, it turned out to be true, just not necessarily in the way that one would expect. You see, the woman’s shadow was waiting for me as I walked through the office door at 6am. Of course, at that time, the shadow was too indistinct for me to be sure of what it might portend, but by lunch time, it had resolved itself into an obviously feminine form. One that would be sitting on the other side of my desk in the second of the two chairs I reserve for clients.'' | ''They say that these things always begin with a woman, but that is just a trope. However in this case, it turned out to be true, just not necessarily in the way that one would expect. You see, the woman’s shadow was waiting for me as I walked through the office door at 6am. Of course, at that time, the shadow was too indistinct for me to be sure of what it might portend, but by lunch time, it had resolved itself into an obviously feminine form. One that would be sitting on the other side of my desk in the second of the two chairs I reserve for clients.'' | ||
Revision as of 21:12, 23 March 2016
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
The House of the Rising Sun -- The Animals (1964)
They say that these things always begin with a woman, but that is just a trope. However in this case, it turned out to be true, just not necessarily in the way that one would expect. You see, the woman’s shadow was waiting for me as I walked through the office door at 6am. Of course, at that time, the shadow was too indistinct for me to be sure of what it might portend, but by lunch time, it had resolved itself into an obviously feminine form. One that would be sitting on the other side of my desk in the second of the two chairs I reserve for clients.
