Sometimes that is all we want… the comforts of home!
Sometimes you just have one of those days where all you want to do is get home and snuggle into your covers. My sweet Joanne had one of those days today so I made her dinner in bed and wrote this song thinking about all the days I have had like that. All I wanted was comfort. Comfort food. Comfortable jammies. Comfortable environment. Comfortable company. Comfortable love!
For everyone that ever needed some comfort. How can we believe we are so different when basically we all want the same thing?
“Today” dedicated to my dear friend Rosa! This an old standard that John Denver did back in the day. I love the sentiment…. let’s enjoy today… who knows how many tomorrows we get!
“Bury Your Friends” comes from finding out that a friend of mine committed suicide 8 years ago. It was one too many. I am tired of those that check out, I am suffering through a lot of pain to be here 🙂
“Wax Melts in the Sun” is from a conversation with a relative that had an affair that demolished a 20 year relationship… it reminds me of “cast the first stone” any one of us has done something similar and whenever we do there is a karmic debit waiting for us.
I really think it is less about morality than it is about a simple energetic result, what we do will come back some way some how, I steal you from your mate and some one will steal me from you or vice versa and on it goes. I love us all and we are all just confused children children of god!
BTW This is best listened to without distractions with head phones or really loud in the car… seriously, I wrote it with that in mind… try it… you will hear some interesting affects. <3 Who can't believe that "Love is a Great Point of View" I love this song, maybe someday I will approve of the recording/take... this is close.... muuuuuah!!!!!! [playlist ids="2411,2407,2405,2383,2393,2398"] http://youtu.be/qskB9yMVLVk https://youtu.be/xoq6PYMAIxU https://youtu.be/-7bj3cDnls4
I wrote this in 1988 during a divorce on the anniversary of my father’s death. Mostly it is a fantasy of what I wish I had at the time.
For a very dear friend that lost his father to suicide. I had two versions here, I have removed the first version, #2 is now #1 🙂
“Daddies Love Their Sons”
I rewrote the story of his father’s death by coming from the angle of helping a loved one pass like I did for Uncle Bob.
I believe we have the right to leave, die or check out, but not to leave our families with a mess – both literally and figuratively. One should tie up as many lose ends as possible and there should be no blood or dangling bodies… maybe we could even hold hands.
It reminds of of when Uncle Bob died. And it fills me with empathy and love for my friend and his father.