The Church Of Me
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Kissing in the churchyard, I know a righteous woman

Sunday, August 11, 2002
THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR'S MIND AS OF THIS WEEKEND

Three songs which describe my life as of now.

or: three love songs for she knows who :-)

1. "Close my eyes and I see your face at night.
Toss and turn, fall to sleep holding my pillow tight.
All the time I think of you,
you're with me no matter what I do.

Walk around with a smile upon my face.
In my mind you have taken up permanent space.
I am feeling what I can't explain,
and if what you're feeling is the same,

Let's get serious,
let's get serious,
let's get serious and fall in love.

Let's get serious,
let's get serious,
let's get serious and fall in love.

S-E-R-I-O-U-S, baby let's get serious,
yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah.

In your arms is the place I want to be,
with my love in you and your love inside of me.
Longing for each other just ain't fair
when we've got so much love we want to share.

Let's get serious,
let's get serious,
let's get serious and fall in love.
Let's get serious,
let's get serious,
let's get serious and fall in love."
("Let's Get Serious" by Jermaine Jackson; written by Stevie Wonder and Lee Garrett)

That umbilical ecstasy which is unique to 1980s pop-soul. Jermaine can hardly control himself with anticipation; Stevie Wonder plays the role of his innocent conscience telling him to be BOLD and to DARE. TAKE A RISK SHE CAN ONLY SAY NO.

Great ad lib at fadeout: "Ooh, this love's too hot for holding/This heart of mine is gonna need cloning."


2. "I hold you, I touch you
In a maze can't find my way
I think you, I drink you
I'm being served you on a tray
You see girl
That's what I go through every day
Is this the way it should feel?

Pinch me, I'm dreaming
But if it is don't let me know
I'm drowning, don't save me
It's just the way I'd like to go
You see girl
You thrill me, half kill me
That's what you do...

Ai no corrida, that's where I am
You send me there
You dream is my command
Ai no corrida, I find myself
No other thought
Just you and nothing else
You and nothing else

Before my heart saw you
Each day was just another day
Night, the lonely interlude
Just came, then blew away
You know girl
Everything was come what may
Until you fell in my life

This spell I'm under
Has caught me, I'm in a daze
Your lightning and thunder
Sets my poor heart ablaze
You see girl
You thrill me, half kill me
That's what you do

Ai no corrida, that's where I am
You send me there
You dream is my command
Ai no corrida, I find myself
No other thought
Just you and nothing else
You and nothing else"
("Ai No Corrida" by Quincy Jones, written by Chaz Jankel)

Ian Dury's conscience expresses obsession. And yes it did inspire me to go and see the film.


3. "Hey baby
I've been up all night
Trying to make sense of my life

Day's breaking
Things are getting bright
After all this time

And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me

4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear

4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here

So lately
I've been coming home
Sleepy, all alone

Don't hate me
Left here on my own
Staring at the phone

And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me

4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear

4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here

4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear

I hear the phone
It's ringing loud
I'm coming alive

4:35
4:35

Yeah any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me

4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear

4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear

4:35 in the morning
4:35 in the morning
4:35"

("4:35 In The Morning" by Saint Etienne)

More meditative, perhaps, but no less passionate or heartfelt.

Does all this make me obsessive? Well, I'm in love - and every day more confident about the way I feel. Every day more reluctant to drown myself in theory. Want to surrender to the sublime joy of life AS IT IS LIVED. Want to BREATHE. The task becomes easier every day.


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