The Secret of Love

It was too hot today to go outside. Inside is not a lot better. It seemed like a good day to record a song. I wrote this one a couple of weeks ago and liked it enough to get a quick sketch of it down for future reference. I doubt that I will include it on my next album, so this is probably as polished as it’s going to get.

If you want to find the secret of love, all I can tell you is you have to look hard. And you have to look in unexpected places. You never know where or when it could turn up. It might even be looking for the secret of you.

Let's get lost in the softness
Of making one out of two
Never let me recover
From falling in love with you

Let's go below the undertow
See how long it takes to grow gills
We'll only rise with the rising tide
When the waves are standing still

We will find the secret of love
Hiding in plain sight
We will find the secret of love
That makes everything alright

We'll build a home where we can be alone
Beyond the reach and ravage of time
We'll listen to whales and fairy tales
And watch the universe unwind

Sit with me for a minute

Sit with me for a minute
Let us catch our breath before
the parade of life starts up again

Before the crowd comes back between us and
all their noise drowns out the
beating of our hearts

Before we take off one set of masks and
replace them with another
let us share a naked smile

Before we get back on our paths
a word?
Before we put this one behind
a kiss?

A Song Without A Melody

Lyrics to a song without a melody
Music to a song that never was
We all go down fighting for a cause

A time for observation and compulsion
Of dragging the show back up to the stage
Of giving up on getting clean
And drinking my way down to New Orleans
You can run but you can't
outrun Mr. Hyde

Falling in love for the last time and
Exhibiting all of the signs
Of a slow and a steady decline

Does anyone know at the time,
or only when they look back,
which time will be their last?

What is it that happens to lovers
When they no longer make love?
What is it that lovers become?

a different path

There is no escaping from problems that we let grow until they are too big to solve without hurting someone.

There is no solution to a puzzle that keeps growing as each generation adds another pile of pieces.

Some questions don’t have answers that are either right or wrong.

Some battles are lost in the moment when you decide to fight.

We can continue on this path, trying to solve our problems by blowing things up, locking each other in cages, and wondering why our problems never get solved, or we can try something different. We can try living up to the ideals we preach so proudly. We can try being less proud, too. A little humility goes a long way these days. Like everything else in an economy built on the valuation of finite resources, humility is precious due to its rarity.

True Love

Thirty-one years ago today I made the “walk down the aisle” that binds one person’s life to another in the eyes of whatever authority sanctions such things in their society. I can’t say it was the happiest day of my life, as ceremonial events ain’t my schtick, but I can say without hesitation that the vast majority of the happiest days of my life have been spent in the company of the woman who made that walk down the aisle with me.

Love is a funny thing. Not necessarily ha-ha funny, but a lot of times it is that kind of funny, too. Love is a word that people apply to their feelings for parents, siblings, friends, children, TV shows, and ice cream, but when it is applied to an object of romantic yearning it becomes something deeper. It becomes a symbol for a depth that has no limit.

There are people who think that true love is something that only exists in fairy tales. Binding your life to one other for the long haul is not for those who want a simple, uncomplicated life. It is no fairy tale.

I have learned from the person I love that, if anything, the fairy tales sell love short.