"I'm a Night Rider, Don't follow my steps. You wouldn't make it Unless you come with me." The sun has set, casting Deep dark pools of beautiful black across this Cutoff valley of mine. The night is my velveteen love, a Rough kind of Romance that tussles in Meadows of merry melancholy. Here, the Self has no Control: the Girl, the Bar and the Guy are just puzzled pieces of a puzzled circumstance, forming droplets of another Blood River I no longer want, or understand. I don't ask why, I just walk. Walk deep and deeper into the shadows. Sometimes I'm alone, at others with fellow Hessians of the Night by my side. On we march – together, alone – further and further into the unknown. This country is strange – full of Riders and Sheep, but I recognise that house, that sensual, erotic, hypnotic beat. "We are Night Riders, We walk through the night. We are like shadows, We leave the lights behind."
(added: 2012-10-15 12:52:31 )