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Let me take you on a history lesson, 'Ben's Follies in Florida '98.' Good year to be in Savage Garden, good year to be on tour, but bad year to be Ben. I am quiet, I enjoy my privacy, and I enjoy the fact that I am not overly famous to the point where I am mobbed on the street and screams follow me around town. The other guys talk about their sex lives, the fact that Lee was on the wild side while Karl played it safe. Well, I wasn't all that safe, I just didn't let everyone know about it.
People will go unnamed here, for the fact that the people who need to know do know, and those that don't know don't need to know. What can I say that you probably haven't guessed? There was a one night stand, a deal, a bet, a lot of things that shouldn't have been done that were, a lot of things said that shouldn't have come out of my mouth ever. I dug myself into a hole that night, got the better of someone who had a lot of friends on his side. The bet was simple, something that at the time, I never thought I'd lose. Surprise, my how things turn sour.
Can you guess what the bet was? A couple boys in a metal band were none to pleased that I'd managed not only to fuck, but pretty much made their singer into a total gay boy toy. Not that the singer was arguing much, but we were all under the influence of...something at the time. The bet was, last band standing would win. The loser would get what was coming to him. Payback was what they were after, even if any winner was going to be a long time coming. The only thing that crossed my mind was how good of friends we all were, meaning the Savage Garden boys. No one ever saw the end coming.
Much like the One Ring, some things were forgotten that shouldn't have been, and after waiting this many years for the world to come crashing down on me and not having it happen, I made the mistake of letting my gaurd down. I was only supposed to be gone for the day, out to LA for a meeting, but it had been a mock up. I ended up running into those boys from Florida, and the next thing I knew, I was on a plane.
I won't say what happened there, I can't say what happened there, but the mistakes of my youth are paid, paid off in blood and humiliation, demons chased away brought back to haunt a tired soul once more. It may even seem like a stupid thing, but it goes deeper. You see, even though their band hasn't split, they've been ruined and plagued with trouble since my little romp. I guess I don't blame them, the want for justice, in whatever form it may be. I just hope they found it in what they have done. I think I will let Linds take me to the hospital, because even though I was doing alright last night, I could hardly move this morning, for all the wrong reasons.
Pray that we see better days ahead.
People will go unnamed here, for the fact that the people who need to know do know, and those that don't know don't need to know. What can I say that you probably haven't guessed? There was a one night stand, a deal, a bet, a lot of things that shouldn't have been done that were, a lot of things said that shouldn't have come out of my mouth ever. I dug myself into a hole that night, got the better of someone who had a lot of friends on his side. The bet was simple, something that at the time, I never thought I'd lose. Surprise, my how things turn sour.
Can you guess what the bet was? A couple boys in a metal band were none to pleased that I'd managed not only to fuck, but pretty much made their singer into a total gay boy toy. Not that the singer was arguing much, but we were all under the influence of...something at the time. The bet was, last band standing would win. The loser would get what was coming to him. Payback was what they were after, even if any winner was going to be a long time coming. The only thing that crossed my mind was how good of friends we all were, meaning the Savage Garden boys. No one ever saw the end coming.
Much like the One Ring, some things were forgotten that shouldn't have been, and after waiting this many years for the world to come crashing down on me and not having it happen, I made the mistake of letting my gaurd down. I was only supposed to be gone for the day, out to LA for a meeting, but it had been a mock up. I ended up running into those boys from Florida, and the next thing I knew, I was on a plane.
I won't say what happened there, I can't say what happened there, but the mistakes of my youth are paid, paid off in blood and humiliation, demons chased away brought back to haunt a tired soul once more. It may even seem like a stupid thing, but it goes deeper. You see, even though their band hasn't split, they've been ruined and plagued with trouble since my little romp. I guess I don't blame them, the want for justice, in whatever form it may be. I just hope they found it in what they have done. I think I will let Linds take me to the hospital, because even though I was doing alright last night, I could hardly move this morning, for all the wrong reasons.
Pray that we see better days ahead.