Back when I was like 18 or 19, I used to frequent a Karaoke bar in Orange called Quans. There were a few really good singers at this bar, regulars you could count on to get your attention and keep your eyes glued on them. One of these regulars was a guy named Rod.

Rod was about 5’3”, with dark black hair and a sort of “Rocker” look to him. He was attractive, and damn he could sing. One of the songs he did was “Bed of Roses” by Bon Jovi. Rod could fucking sing this song EXACTLY like JBJ himself, and Rod always had all the ladies at the stage cheering him on when he did this song.

Ok, so Rod used to hit on me like no other, and buy me all kinds of drinks. Nothing ever happened (I have issues with dating men I can see over the top of), but he did make me fall in love with this song, so you can thank him for this video/lyrics today. All together now: “Thanks Rod!”

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

Now as you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Dammit, now I am all sentimental and miss my Hot Boyfriend,

K