| Another Sad Song (Lyrics by Bandits) Lance sat on top of the three dusty wood stairs and looked relaxed down at Josh. He had his guitar on his lap, the fingers slightly brushing over the strings of the instrument and letting a soft melody escape it. "You know what?", he whispered and looked down at the grass, growing in front of his feet. "No, what?", Lance said as quietly as him and fixed his green eyes on Josh's hand, that searched the right chords on the guitar. "I've written a song. But don't laugh, it's...well..." Josh stopped and looked up at Lance, with crystal eyes. "I don't know if it's good, but it�s out of the position of�ehr�a woman." "That's OK. How's the melody?" Josh smiled, turned his gaze to the red shimmering remains of the sun, that blinded him through sticks of some trees and threw their shadows on the field like a trillion of splitters. "Sad.", he responded and then slowly started playing on the guitar again. With a lightly trembling voice, he sang the first part of his new song. �And I'm sitting alone With my guitar slightly out of tune And it's a loving night in june. And I try to write a song With a happy summer melody Like I have tried so many times before But I can't really tell you, what is wrong But all that comes out is another sad song" "That's�uhm�beautiful.", Chris sighed and sat down on the second step of the stairs. "And where are you coming from?" Josh looked at Chris, laughed and pinched him into his bare arm. "I just heard...a guitar and a bass out here and�and�thought by myself I better watch you two before you do something perverted...well...now continue that song!" Chris laughed, bent down to Josh and whispered: �Please, little Joshy-puppy. Because you�re my favorite *Nsyncer and you�re so dead sexy and you and�and your eyes and�well, just continue.� �But I can't really tell you, what is wrong But all that comes out is another sad song Maybe it's because I slept too long And nobody called me on the phone. Maybe I should hit town, have some fun Do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun Maybe I should buy a brand-new dress Or learn a useful game like chess. � �Since when do you-�, Chris started, but then cut himself off, when Lance shot an angry look at him and screamed with eyes not to say a single word, but let JC sing. He fell silent, had an image of his friend in a dress in his head and listened to the wonderful voice of him, to the guitar and to the slowly breaths of fresh summer-evening air, he inhaled. �No I can't really tell you, What is wrong But all that comes out is another sad song Maybe it's because I slept too long And nobody called me at the phone Maybe I should hit town have some fun Do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun Maybe I should buy a brand-new dress Or learn a useful game like chess.� JC stopped slowly, looked with wet eyes at the bug, that crawled over the dusty ground and sniffed. Silence filled the air around them, a breeze came up, rustled through the crops and tangled JC�s long hair tenderly. A warm hand rubbed JC�s back and when he looked up, he saw Lance, smiling down at him. �That�s your song?� JC nodded and tried to suppress the tears, that formed in his eyes. Chris said nothing. He just stared off into the sun with his brown eyes and at that moment he thought he could hear the Mississippi, crawling over warm stones and washing away the dust of the hot summer, that Lance was long used to. But it was only the wind, playing with the curly hair of JC. �Another lonely night turns to day With another hair of mine, turning gray No I can't really tell you Just what is wrong, my dear, But still what comes out is Another sad song.� �Josh?� �Hm?� �Let�s go inside again.� Lance stood up, gave JC his hand, pulled him up from the sandy stairs and followed Chris into the house. JC looked one more time at the sun, smiled, shook his head and formed in his head a new melody, trying now on a fast, powerful song. �So if you want it here�s my heart�� He turned, jogged grinning up the few stairs and hummed: �No strings attached.� |