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Old 01-05-2013, 04:55 AM
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Ritchie and I did

It was one of those nose to nose writes...and at the end of the session we both rushed to draft a set of lyrics...Rich was the closest to a finished set so he was credited...but, he never really finished it. I loved the combination of religion and the erotic. These are rarely paired. That was Ritchie's idea...the children thing I always hated because I thought it was pandering....I've kept it in because Rich was insistent that it was right.

The "eyes' bit is mine as well as the "I love you" middle 8. I also changed some lyrics to make it more of a story...in fact...tonight...just a few minutes ago...I changed the first verse....it's now:

Come – take my hand
You don't have to be afraid
Stand – beside me
Your skin is my skin
My flesh becomes your flesh
Come the wind and the wake and the rain

Which is consistent with the last verse. The idea of two in love...holding hands before the storm...surrendering to each other and the price of fate...so passionate...and emotionally naked...to each other and fate and god...well....that appeals. Of course, when we started the song we were young and playing out provided many adventures....hard on a marriage. Rich ran though women like a seller on ebay....I wrote this for him...

Spider and I


Spider and I
Sit in dark rooms waiting for the sound
We share no words
There is a song waiting to be found
Spider dancing on strings
Forged of Martin steel
He beguiles sweet things
Who dream spider’s songs will heal them

Spider’s life is a web
Of mystery and pain
He’s turned into rhyme
It’s the Spider’s new refrain

Spider and I
We’re partners
Waiting for our prey
In these dark rooms
We exploit...our...pain


We were pretentious and embarrassing romantic. We would hide later in metaphor...but, early on we had not learned that trick.

Later Rich wrote this (I added a line or two...but, it's 99% his)...and when he played it for me...well, I about ready to stop writing because I could never match him...

Silence In Your Eyes

In a languid haze – Elysian gate
I shade my eyes
And two lovers rest
On a simple bed
Of sorrel leaves and spent desire
Silence in your eyes

In a second take of the last embrace
You would not leave – alone
We could close our eyes
To a faint disguise we’d wear to hide
From time – from fate
Silence in the sky
Silence in your eyes

If a written line could materialize
Into a wish – I’d know where you’d gone
For a silver thread
That I thought we’d shed
Is still tied to my wrist
To you

Silence in the night
In your sighs
Silence in your eyes

Just to annoy him...I responded with this....it's in DADDAD...very modal and powerful...

Nightswimming

We slept, very well, on sheets
Fragrant with the scent of our evenings together ever...
And in dream,
We were lit by the moon,
Drawn by the tide, so wet with feeling

How could I resist each claim of delight?
Each wave that draws us to deep waters
Tonight the plaza echoed with your cries
The English wives below pretending it was TV

We awoke
Restless in the day...waiting for the night
We sat there laughing laughing
As we watched the tourists lying there
Sleeping in the sun
So pink and large...bleating eating

For me,
I long for evenings of delight
To kick and splash and thrash
And taste the salty water
Each breath we hold could be our very last
Don’t leave me all alone
In the depths of this swimming
Nightswimming
Nightswimming

Into the depths we're called
Into the depths we're called

Night waves caress me with your strength
As the dark ascends
The shoreline slips to ether
Bathe me in your phosphorescent wake
In this pension of dreams
I must be sleeping
Dreaming

Into the depths we're called
Nightswimming

So much for all this nonsense...all memories and I at very tired and in pain from shlepping boxes. Night.
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Last edited by Geewiz; 01-05-2013 at 05:30 AM.