like an earthquake

When I was in graduate school, I took some classes with a guy named Christopher Purf##rst. (I think that's how he spelled his name? I'm just finishing up mixing a CD for a friend and wanted to put a song by the band Live on it--have I mentioned lately what a freak I am for Live? I own all of their CDs and every now and then I will only listen to them for a month or so at a time--so I cracked open the liner notes to The Distance to Here to peruse lyrics. And then I saw those photographs of Edward Kowalczyk, and I was taken back to Ypsi, and Chris Purf##rst. It wasn't an exact match—Chris has (had?) hair, and, well, Edward has that sort of 'rock star glamour' that it would be difficult for a regular guy from the Mitten (or was he from The O?) to achieve—but it was pretty damned close. They've both got those intense eyes that border on freaky but stop just short in that place where only the truly amazing get to be: Goran Visnjic is one, and that kid from the O.C. (which I've never watched, no matter how entranced I am by his eyes)...I'll look it up...his name is Benjamin McKenzie. I'm sure I'll come up with a few more as soon as I post this. There's a ridiculously attractive photograph of Kowalczyk in the liner notes from the same session as that pictured here, with the cowboy hat. That's the one that reminded me so much of Chris.
    Think I had a little crush on him? Yeah, me too.

Like Himaalan cold winter
These jaws of Kali Yuga
Yeah, it's a crazy kind of cold
A lifeless slumber in a stranglehold
Yeah Tibet, she can't even touch this
I'd rather freeze in her forests
We're in a spiritual winter
And I long for the one who is

Fire!
Amongst the dreamers
You are in my heart

Like the sun on the icecaps
My only friend in the prison
The long lost meaning to the story, story
The divine and ancient wisdom
How could it be that you've graced my night?
Like a pardon from the governor
Like a transplant from the donor
Like a gift from the one who is

Fire!
Amongst the dreamers
You are in my heart
Fire!
Amongst the dreamers
You are in my heart

In a place where everything dies
It's you I follow
See by the fire
Of my darlin', yeah!

Fire!
Amongst the dreamers
You are, you are
In my heart

Like a pardon from the governor
Like a transplant from the donor
Like a kiss, like a kiss
From my darlin'
Yeah!
[Live, "Meltdown," from The Distance to Here]