Can't do love, but let's do lunch

Once I had a girl that I liked a lot so I called it love. I loved the idea of being in love. I loved the idea of being in love so much, in fact, that I wrote some pretty good love songs. Although, even as I was writing them I was thinking to myself, "Really??" Well, as time goes on, my ability to write a love song, or really, to even have the desire to write a love song, diminishes more and more.

In a not so grand experiment, I gave it a whirl over three successive nights. For my trouble I got one that does not seem complete, one that is definately not complete, and one I could never even get started. Apparently, Ramblin' Ed don't do love.

Here are the results of the experiment. Nothing none too satisfying today, fer sure. But they are words, and should not be spilled in vain.

The (Unremitted) Love Section

The Sun
14 July, 2006

I'd do anything that it takes
To see that her heart never breaks
Lift her when she's fallen
Hold her when she's blue

I'd pack what I needed tonight
And be on a long distance flight
If I knew that she needs me
That's how far I'd go

I've seen her cry
Mistreated and left all alone
One day her sadness
Will carry her too far from home

I'd follow her into the sun
If that's where her heart chose to run
And rising through the ashes
The embers of my love

Ed
Brandon Blvd.

Time Is A Woman 17 July, 2006

Far too many friends going wrong
Losing themselves in wine and song
Chasing the lights
They find so bright and pretty

But scratch behind the painted smiles and find
Just beneath the surface every time
What they're tryin' to hide
Another cold, hard city

Come sit beside me in the firelight
The flames will dance and warm our souls
Come hold me close against the dark night
I'll always be there for you when we're old

Into each life some change will blow
In on the wind, so soft, so low
Come take my hand
The journey's long and twisting

Into each world creeps shades of gray
off in the corners, tucked away
How can we dream
When all our color's missing?

Come sit beside me in the firelight
The flames will dance and warm our souls
Come hold me close against the dark night
I'll always be there for you when we're old

Time is a woman come to call
Enter the Spring and leave as Fall
And in between
She lives her life so loudly

Two can be one, and one is fine
One holds a place, one holds a time
One's not alone
It's you and me together

Come sit beside me in the firelight
The flames will dance and warm our souls
Come hold me close against the dark night
I'll always be there for you when we're old

Ed
Brandon Blvd.

A Game

This was fun and can go on forever because it's done for the fun of the words and does not involve a real story. I wish I could include a sound clip, but am too lazy to figure it out. Anyway, real slow and soulful like, you take the tune of Ain't No Sunshine and make up new verses. The rules are simple. 5 lines to a verse. I give you the 1st and 5th lines. Line 2 has to always rhyme with the word jam. So, that leaves you free to do anything for lines 3 and 4. Go wild. I have, of course, given examples. It sounds better if sung, not read. And as a reminder: Slowly... soulfully. Slur the words. Warble. Be the song, dammit.

Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.
That's what made me who I am
I got both when I was blue
Knew I had to get over you
Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.

Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.
Keeps me out of Satan's plans
Idle hands will lead you wrong
But instead I wrote this song
Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.

So good.So good.So good.So good.
So good.So good.So good.So good.
So good.So good.So good.So good.
So good.So good.So good.So good.
Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.
Keeps me out of Satan's plans
Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.

Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.
Like heaven right here where I stand
I can't help it, makes me dance
Like I got no underpants
Good grape jelly. Good grape jam.

What's good for the goose is part of the gander, out
Ramblin' Ed