Week Five: Peter Murphy - "A Strange Kind of Love" - Deep

For college, I attended a medium-sized liberal arts school, so it should come as no surprise to you when I tell you that the campus was full of homosexual men.  I was fortunate enough to have the coolest homosexual man on the entire campus as my best friend throughout my freshman and sophomore years.

People often mistook us as a couple, but we just laughed it off.  In fact, we would have been an awesome couple, and he even expressed his attraction to me on multiple occasions.  However, he could not get over the fact that I had, as he would always put it, "pink parts". 

During our freshman year, we would often lounge around on the floor of his dorm room because he was lucky enough to have scored a room on a non-freshman hall, so he could have girls in his room until all hours; whereas, he would have to leave my hall at whatever time the curfew was set.

One evening, while he was on a Peter Murphy kick, this song came on.  We were deep in conversation, but for some reason, this song brought a hush over both of us.  We lay there in silence listening to Peter sing us a lullaby, and soon, we were both fast asleep.  As I left his room the next morning, it was a huge joke to the guys on his wing that he had a girl stay over and maybe he wasn't really gay after all.  He didn't care, nor did I. 

Sadly, I have never, to this day, found a straight guy who would lounge with me and listen to music the way he did, and every time I hear this song, I am reminded of that fact. :-(



A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize
This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
White wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground
Or that's how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Either side left or right
To love or to hate