I Live in a Suitcase

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Well it's October and while some may be looking up, I am not. Because of my Libra birthday, October is generally the month for me to take stock of my life. And the truth is, I have a good life with children that fill me with wonder and friends that fill me with awe and no one to share all that with. So, I'm back to Thomas Dolby's "I Live in a Suitcase" which, despite what you might think, has nothing to do with me recently moving. For those who aren't familiar with the song, I will now reprint it without anyone's permission:

When all the lights go down
This dirty desert town
Is theatre in the round
with stars instead of a crowd
I came here the hard way
And now I'm living in a suitcase
And I came here the hard way
And now I'm living in a suitcase
In a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
Marked Rome
Marked Los Angeles
So I made, I made a home
Here inside of me
Here inside me

When all that's to be said's been said
What's keeping you in bed
Is a fear inside your head
The fear of being misled
You came here the hard way
And now you're living in a suitcase
And I came here the hard way
And now I'm living in a suitcase
In a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
But oh little ingenue
I need, I need to know you will be here too
Then I'll make my home here inside of you
And not in a suitcase
And not in a suitcase

They say travel broadens the mind
So I went over the falls in a barrel
I found the north pole
In a field of ice
And in a land of dreams
I found you

I live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
Don't want to live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
Don't want to live in a suitcase
I live in a suitcase
I'm living in a suitcase

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sigh





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