There is nothing more liberating and primeval than spending a whole day wandering around completely naked (not a metaphor). Makes me realise just how shielding and defensive clothes really are…
This is one of those sagas which came wrapped up in the tune. It’s about someone I knew many moons ago who should have become a lover but it couldn’t happen because of a major choice she made for herself in her teenage past. If you’re smart you can see what that choice was. Tragic. Still brings tears to my eyes. This is my favourite of all the songs I ever wrote.
This is a song about why there is so much wasted (suppressed) love in this world. Difficult though it may be, we have to confront our inner demons and unfreeze that which is frozen within us. In fact, there are aspects of our selves to which we have no choice but to die if we want to live and love.
It is sad that many people perceive an imaginary gulf between classical music and other styles of music. Many in the folk/pop/rock/country/singer-songwriter scene would never go to a classical music concert and have hardly listened to any classical music. Here’s a promise: If you ask me, I will take you to a classical music concert which will completely blow your mind. Then the gulf will be gone!
There’s something about April - the way she wears her clothes: loosely fit. One button more and September is exposed. The veil removed, her flesh reveals December’s naked trees; Springtime lurks behind the bark and drags me to my knees. Continue reading...
She couldn’t have the one who she wanted
So she made sure that no one else could
The moment she saw competition
She got out her dark storybook
She watched him to see who he talked to
Like a hawk in the sky stalks its prey
She even included ‘potentials’
If she thought he might steal them away
Why don’t songs/poems leave me alone? Why do they just keep plaguing me till I write them. I keep telling them to back off for a bit but that only makes them worse. I said to them “Gimme a break!” (literally) in as polite a voice as I could. But I might as well have told a dog to stop chasing a cat. It’s getting out of hand!