Monday, January 2, 2012

Kathy's Song

A love song doesn't get much better than this. I listened to it on purpose again today while power walking on the treadmill. Gosh! The IPod is the greatest invention ever! I have something like 340 songs on it and so much memory left! I'm so excited! Put that belt on the deepest incline, plug my ears with music, and I'm ready to go! Trying to create a 500 calorie deficit to lose a few pounds which divides 250 of them into exercise and the other 250 in food. That means maybe if I buy 1/2 fat ice cream, I can eat twice as much?
Anyhoo... this song just hits me right. Smack dab in the chest.

Yea, there's a bit of rhyme. And there is a referral to writing in rhyme. Kind of like Paul says, after knowing Kathy, there is no point to the rest of songwriting. All the rest is dribble, not drizzle. Nothing even comes close.

Simon also sets a scene in the teardrops of rain, a mood as it pitter patters in his heart is weeping in puddles.

Then there's the real crux of the matter...truth, doubt, and grace. He realizes where his values lie... in love with Kathy.

I love this song. If I were really savvy, I'd have it playing as you click onto my blog. But until then, here is the link on youtube:

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.      

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