Don't tell me you're a stepping stone

Alan Cumming performed “I Bought a Blue Car Today” at OCPAC on Sat. night. I bought tickets for my mother and myself, and attended the 9:30 performance. I was in total awe of him from the moment he walked on stage singing “Shine” to the last bow. I have never experienced such complete immersion and emotional connection as Alan brought to the stage. I drank up the sparkle in his eye when he took his moment before each song to connect. It was so brief one could easily miss it, but I saw it clearly and it was beautiful. I bought the album after the show and I can't stop listening to Lance Horne's "Don't Tell Me". I keep marinating myself in its potent truth. Why do I always connect so strongly to the tragedy in life? Alan is quirky and fabulous and I love him. He is truly an inspirational artist. I strive to be like him, to find the truth in everything I touch and share that magic with the audience.

"Don't Tell Me"
By Lance Horne

Don't tell me you're a stepping stone
'Cus I'll step all over you, and won't mean it

Don't tell me I'm not capable
'Cus I'll prove that I am if it kills me

Don't try to hold me in your hand

'Cus living things move, and I surely will

You've got your friends and I've got mine

And wouldn't you know, they were right

I won't tell you that your beautiful

'Cus you'll think I want sex, and don't mean it

I won't tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.... again

I won't quote the four agreements though you'd get f*cking centered if you'd read it

I won't think of you the way I do

Don't tell me....

Take me away from the other you

The one I thought I never knew

I'm not the man you'd thought I'd be

I'm ready for another me

I've gone away from other days

I've weighed my change and changed my ways

Been crazed and turned for turns of phrase

And now I'm left with you

Why can't I love just that

Instead of all the loves that leave my bed?

And all the lives I've never led

Looks like there's still another blank page to fill

Until I've had my fill of you

So thanks for the tips on carpet

And thanks for your taste in shoes

If we could learn to love those little lessons

There'd be a little less to lose

But if you find another love whose going to hold you like me

And have these little talks until a quarter to three

And wait until you're ready for intimacy

Don't tell me

Don't tell me