EASE YOUR LIPS INTO A VELVET KISS WHILE I ENFOLD YOU
MOVE YOUR HANDS ACROSS THIS PROMISED LAND
THE SEEKERS GUIDED BY THE POLE STAR
SAY THE WORDS
WHY DON’T YOU SAY THE WORDS
I HAVE BEEN WAITING LONG TO HEAR
PLEASE FALL IN LOVE WITH ME…
Here, then, find the missing piece of a heart that completes a dim portrait of a young man’s life in the mid 90’s.
Hear, then, listen to the missing song that fills the empty space of a faded memory.
I can’t yet tell if it’s a memory from the past, or a memory yet to be made.
DRIFT WITH ME UPON AN ENDLESS SEA
WE ARE DIVINE IN THE REALM OF THESE SENSES
EVERY MOVE HAS BEEN A SUBTERFUGE
WHILE WE PRETEND THAT WE REALLY DON’T CARE
This is the song I would have put on every mix tape I made for every boy and girl who couldn’t muster the madness to fall in love with me. From that guy in my abnormal psychology class whose dog almost attacked me on a stake-out to the real estate broker who brought us to Braddock Park, from the boy whose Structure sweater unraveled beneath the dappled fall shade of a maple tree to the guy who wiped the snow off my car after a January storm- the line of gentlemen in my short life was populated by those who were mostly unaffected by my existence, and a few that I like to think I changed as much as they changed me.
MOVED BY FEAR WE MIGHT BE STRANGERS HERE
BUT I CAN FEEL WE MIGHT BE ONE
PLEASE FALL IN LOVE WITH ME…
Tim Booth, lead singer of my favorite band James, backed by that oh-so-dreamy music of the brilliant Angelo Badalamenti, caressed the sad, longing melody of a song that brings me back to a time I only revisit on certain September days – when the sun burns fine cracks into the rusty oak leaves. We are in September again, a tricky month to be sure, but a wonderful month. It seers the soul in the best and worst ways. It leaves marks on the hardest heart.
I HEAR THE SOUND OF MOONS FALLING
SURRENDER TO THIS CHARM
I BREEZE ACROSS YOUR SOUL DARLING
DEEP ETERNITY
From the 1996 album ‘Booth and the Bad Angel’, this is a piece that I somehow missed the first time around, back when it might have wrenched open a hole in my primitive heart. It would have made a wonderful companion piece to one of my favorite albums, ‘A Secret Life’ by Marianne Faithfull. Funny, the way that music reminds, and opens old wounds, even if they are but scars.
LOST YOUR MIND
WELL DON’T YOU THINK IT’S TIME
TO SWIM AWAY FROM THE SAFETY OF THESE BEACHES
TRUST THE TIDES, THEY KNOW WHICH WAY TO FLOW
AND DON’T YOU LONG TO FLOW SO FAR
Summer lingers into the month it ends. The nights offer relief as much as they offer torment. Is the other side of the sun a rainy day or a moon-filled night? When the breeze brushes my hand by the open window, and the soft light of a fringed lampshade pools on the mottled wood of the floor, I return to the past, discovered in a new old song.
The sea calls then, backed by the lonely clanging of a flagpole in the wind.
MOVED BY WAVES WE’VE NEVER FELT BEFORE
TILL WE ARE FLOATING WAY OUT DEEP
PLEASE FALL IN LOVE WITH ME…
PLEASE…
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