Mia's Music Monday: Kinky Shades of Blue

My husband recently discovered the guitar god, Joe Bonamassa. As per usual, he decided to use his discovery to expand my musical repertoire and convinced me to listen to Different Shades of Blue. 

Picture it. I was baking muffins. Chocolate with chocolate chips. (They were for my daughter, of course. I'm diabetic. I can't have them. No matter how tasty they are. And trust me, they were going to be positively orgasmic.) Anyway, the muffins were coming out of the oven when I heard the lyrics to Different Shades of Blue. I stopped dead and almost burned myself. I thought, "Holy shit sticks!" 

Why? You ask.

Because the song struck every cord I have. It was like Mr. Bonamassa had written the song for Thane Sorenson from In Love, There Was You. So to those of you who ask me about what I'm listening to while writing, this one is for you.

Kisses,

~Mia Ashlinn

Different Shades of Blue

Lyrics

The sun's been shinin' down on me day and night

Gettin' away with murder, livin' a lucky life

All good things finally come to an end

Hit ya like a train if you try to beat it

Everybody knows that she broke your heart

Everybody knows that it's tearing you apart

The row you've been sailin' on sprung a leak

You won't admit, but it's startin' to make you weep

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

Tell by the way you hang your head

The way you cast your eyes and things you haven't said

You've gathered past ten years written on your face

Your whole damn life's been one big race

Everybody goes there whether they want to or not

Everybody starts to hold on to what they got

And start to settle in with the long hall

Real life baby, oh, you can't have it all

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

Bills, Bills, Bills

I’m too weak to stop them, too tired to fight them. But when my strength returns later, there’ll be hell to pay and Reyes will wish his Black Card had the power to foot that motherfucking bill. 

~Torrigan, Untitled story

The Original Billionaire Brothers

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Not A Lady In The Street, Just A Freak In The Bed

I get guys like their women dirty. I do. I’ve heard Usher and Ludacris singing about freaks in the bed often enough. But at some point, tooling around with whatever ho spreads her legs wide enough and for the most guys quits being hot and becomes sad. And at that point, being the guys sticking it to her is no longer sexy. It’s pathetic. 

Tonight’s group grope is sad. My boys are pathetic, and their bang bunny is a pitiful, little ho. 

~Torrigan, Untitled story

The Original Billionaire Brothers 

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson