Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh
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This is someone's song.

Much on the radio at the moment (at least on KINK FM) is The Avett Brothers' "I and Love and You." You can tell there's a story behind the lyrics. Of course, one of the points of lyrics is that other stories can be linked to them; whatever inspired Paul McCartney to write "Yesterday," those lyrics become general enough that they can apply to many people's stories. And the story in "I and Love and You" is likely a hard-fought story. And, like many love songs, it doesn't necessarily have a happy ending.

I doubt it will become a wedding song. But that's only one measure of a love song's worth. But it made me imagine a scenario: love, hard-fought.

Load the car and write the note.
Grab your bag and grab your coat.
Tell the ones that need to know.
We are headed north.

One foot in and one foot back.
But it don’t pay to live like that.
So I cut the ties and I jumped the track.
For never to return.

Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.
Are you aware the shape I’m in?
My hands they shake, my head it spins.
Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.

When at first I learned to speak.
I used all my words to fight.
With him and her and you and me.
Ahh, but it's just a waste of time.
Yeah it’s such a waste of time.

That woman she’s got eyes that shine.
Like a pair of stolen polished dimes.
She asked to dance I said it’s fine.
I’ll see you in the morning time.
Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.
Are you aware the shape I’m in?
My hands they shake, my head it spins.
Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.

Three words that became hard to say.
I and Love and You.
What you were than I am today.
Look at the things I do.

Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.
Are you aware the shape I’m in?
My hands they shake, my head it spins.
Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.

Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.
Are you aware the shape I’m in?
My hands they shake, my head it spins.
Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age.
You’re dreams that catch the world the cage.
The highway sets the travelers stage.
All exits look the same.


Three words that became hard to say.
I and Love and You.
I and Love and You.
I and Love and You.



I imagine someone playing the song to a certain person. And then saying to that person, "I'm glad they're easy to say now: I love you."

I want, for as many people as possible, for those words to be easy to say.
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