R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
(So I've done it... I moved far away and I can't see my friends anymore. When I remain completely still at night, I peer out the window. For that's where the invisible wave from friends' is. I live quite alone for the first time in many years, and isn't what I always wanted. Now the opportunity to do anything I want is present and undisturbed. Funny how necessary loneliness can be, but with time it is boring. One desires companionship, which in itself is hard to find. What does a companion do? If a person were sitting therе in the chair, what would change? Depеnding upon who it is of course. How could someone's unparticular personality completely alter the mentality of the room? I wonder about this. Is it mere perception or do overall conditions really seem different? All I know is that there is a void. Knowing no one could possibly join me here right now. I feel a total stranger. It is a nice feeling compared to my early life, surrounded by various friends. For those times could also become boring indeed, because it was predictably the only way I knew. And there might have been both extremes; times of hilarious frivolity, and old times of bitter ambition. In all, the art of getting along with your environment. Now, there is only myself to get along with... I cannot feel love or hate. It is a void in which I can only exist peacefully. And the emotion which is immediately prevalent, was loneliness. Not by choice, but by instinct. My friend the microphone has ears, but no eyes. I must get a camera. Then I can express my loneliness in a multimedia expression, which in turn breaks the voice I want. And gives me satisfaction more than communications. This reason, because I can choose to extend my soul upon inanimate objects and transfer them to the ones I love. This reason shows me now beyond light, temporarily. Thus, severe loneliness is buffered, and I can sleep soundly. And when I'm awake and alone, looking out at the world, I can absorb psychic electricity from local citizens, though they may be strangers. And when I can wear that energy home, and use it to reply with, as I record meaning of these notations, *???*)
I love every girl I look at
But every girl passes by
I want to enjoy their company
I need them so bad I could die
Walk up to me
Make I make your acquaintance?
I'd like to introduce myself to you
But i'm silly fantasizing
I have no idea of details
My desire's exaggerated
Why can't i forget females?
Loneliness Monologue/Why Can’t I Forget Females was written by R. Stevie Moore.
Loneliness Monologue/Why Can’t I Forget Females was produced by R. Stevie Moore.
R. Stevie Moore released Loneliness Monologue/Why Can’t I Forget Females on Sat Apr 01 1978.