CLASSIC ROCK
Prompt - Classic Rock : Pick a classic rock love ballad and rewrite it into a story or poem
The song is Love Hurts by Nazareth
#Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds and marks#
Dan McCafferty's sandpaper vocals needed to rub the edge of Sandy's despair. Although maybe the whisky helped more. He took another gulp, the sting in his throat preparing the tear ducts for what was to come.
#Any heart
Not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain#
He was wounded. Marked. He thought he'd be tough enough. Strong too. But it still hurt when she told him.
#Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts#
He'd been rained on. Golder shower more like. She'd pissed on him. Drenched him in the downpour of rejection. Play rained off. Play postponed indefinitely. Play was now a memory, a past without future.
#I'm young, I know, but even so
I know a thing or two
I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot#
But he wasn't young. Middle age had settled in him like dry rot, so that now he was flaky, crumbly, in danger of collapse. This wasn't supposed to hit you like this when you were fifty odd, was it? He remembered the knock backs he suffered when he was young, but they didn't hurt like this, did they? Maybe for a few days, but he bounced back, reassembled himself, walked on into the next bit of life. But when you're past the half century you know. That the next bit might be the last bit, that there aren't so many chances left, that it all has to count now, for you don't know how long you've got. Already this year he'd heard of the death of two guys he'd known in school. It made you think, he thought. Think that there had been all those years, and experiences, and people and friends and lovers, but had he really learned a lot? If he'd really learned then why was he like this now?
#Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts#
He'd been burned, and no matter how much he cried now the flame was going to be hard to douse down. Forever charred at the edges.
#Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me#
Tears flowed in response to the singer's high pitched angst. He'd let himself be fooled. He'd wanted to be, hadn't he? Maybe he'd even needed to be. After so long without hope it wasn't possible to keep the fences up for long. Wires snapped , fence posts bent, gaps became gaping holes. She'd walked in, walked over, walked off.
#I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts#
Harmonies gave way to the wailing, piercing guitar, the sob strings that released a strangled wail from his throat, made shoulders rise and fall like he was on those strings.
#I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts
Ooh, ooh, love hurts
Ooh, ooh...#
He thought he'd loved. He thought he'd been loved. He should have listened to Dan
He pressed Replay.
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