SHE'S HERE AGAIN, OR MAYBE I'M THERE.

I saw you first. It was in a dream. It was in a dream

It's true. For I have been dreaming about you for some time now. The colors, oh the colors, she comes in colors everywhere. She's busy as a bee and I think, sweet like the honey. Though she was frightened at first, I think this lissome darling is warming up to yours truly. I am ridiculous, and I know you like it. I will not give up, I will not fail. I don't know much about this beauty, but she's doing a great job of running through my mind, all the time. Saw her again, just last night. The best part was that saucy little grin when she did lay those baby blues on me. Her touch is soft. I can feel her sensitivity come to my heart like a shot in the arm. I know one thing doll, and that is, I can tell that you and I are gonna be friends. So you're off on Mondays. Me too…

BEFORE THEY WERE BAND OF HORSES.

They lived in Seattle and were called CARISSA'S WIERD.

Listen to Carissa's wierd now, only on the mess. <---

crazy thoughts about applesauce.

It's been the music. It's always about the music for me. The chanteuse is singing, just to me. I believe that she's singing just for me. It's these flights of fancy that start my beasts of burden a runnin'. I can't get over her, whoever she is. I'm starting to feel that she don't exist. Every time I meet her, she's a bit different, and it feels a little strange. Not at first you see, the googly eyes have got me. The odds come to an end whenever the doubts start creeping in. Is it her, is it me. Will someone please explain it to me.
I know. I've heard it all before. Just wait. Be patient. Stop looking. I wish I could.
she stands before me...