Sunday, June 21, 2009

Dylan on a Sunday


I performed a wedding yesterday--a beautiful affair. You have to be respectful of the sweetness of a wedding, true love and all. But I always feel its my duty to muss the hair on all that just a little. Someone should say the truth, and especially the preacher.

During the reception that followed the groom sang acapella a love song to the bride. It was so sweet, several in the room went into a diabetic coma. A female friend of mine, married a while herself, mumbled, "never trust a guy that romantic."

I consider myself a chastened romantic. I'm a sucker for a love song, but not so much the "you complete me" kind, but the love sucks and its worth it anyway kind. Which is why one of my favorite lyrics of all time is Dylan's, "I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue, I'd go crawling down the avenue, to make you feel my love." And love requires those things. It's a wound. That little imp Cupid shoots real arrows with exploding tips. Love will get you a spear in the side and nails through your hands and feet. And its totally worth it. You can have your sweet and safe. I'll take the flaming arrows, something with a throbbing pulse. These wounds heal.

And so Dylan is my love poet. Today's song, Till I Fell in Love with You.

Well my nerves are exploding
And my body is tense
I feel like the whole world
got me pinned up against the fence

I been hit too hard
Seen too much
Nothing can heal me now but your touch

I just don't know what I'm gonna do
I was alright 'til I fell in love with you

Well my house is on fire
Burnin' to the sky
Well I thought it would rain
But the clouds passed by

I feel like I'm comin'
To the end of my way
But I know God is my shield
And he won't lead me astray

Still I don't know what I'm gonna do
I was alright 'til I fell in love with you

Boys in the street
Beginnin' to play
Girls like birds
Flyin' away

When I'm gone
You will remember my name
I'm gonna win my way
To wealth and fame

Yet I just don't know what I'm gonna do
I was alright 'til I fell in love with you

Well junk's pilin' up
Takin' up space
My eyes feel
Like they're fallin' off my face

Sweat fallin' down
I'm starin' at the floor
I'm thinkin' about that girl
Who won't be back no more

I just don't know what to do
I was allright 'til I fell in love with you

Well I'm tired of talkin'
I'm tired of tryin' to explain
My attempts to please you
They were all in vain

Tomorrow night
Before the sun goes down
If I'm still among the livin'
I'll be Dixie bound

Still I just don't know what I'm gonna do
I was allright 'til I fell in love with you

2 comments:

Lisa said...

Yep . . . it sucks; but it's worth it.

Cheryl Russell said...

Sweet! I agree, there should be more doses of reality in weddings, there was just too much no one every told us! I can't say it sucks, but it is hard, a lot of work, and....totally worth it.

Reminds me of Adam Sandler singing Love Stinks in the Wedding Singer. I need to go watch that again.