Alice Dryden (huskyteer) wrote,
Alice Dryden

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Love Song

It's a day for pampering the one you love. I took my scooter in for a service.

For Valentine's Day, I was going to list all the song titles in my iTunes containing the word 'love'. This plan was aborted when I found out there were over a hundred of the little buggers. So I thought I'd pick the ten best and write about them, but this seemed too much like hard work I couldn't choose.

Then the other day I was listening to some Paul Simon and I realised I should write about the single most moving love song in my collection.

There's nothing more boring than reading through song lyrics in someone else's journal, so I strongly suggest you listen to it instead. If you don't care to (it's a long download, sorry), lyrics are under the cut:

Darling Lorraine - Paul Simon
The first time I saw her
I couldn't be sure
But the sin of impatience
Said she's just what you're looking for

So I walked right up to her
And with the part or me that talks
I introduced myself as Frank
From New York, New York

She's so hot
She's so cool
I'm not
I'm just a fool in love with darling Lorraine

All my life I've been a wanderer
Not really, I mostly lived near my parents' home
Anyway Lorraine and I got married
And the usual marriage stuff
And then one day she says to me
From out of the blue
She says: Frank, I've had enough

Romance is a heartbreaker
I'm not meant to be a homemaker
And I'm tired of being darling Lorraine

What - you don't love me anymore?
What - you're walking out the door?
What - you don't like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you
You're not the woman that I wed
You say you're depressed but you're not, you just like to stay in bed
Oh and I don't need you, darling Lorraine

Darling Lorraine
I long for your love...

Financially speaking
I guess I'm a washout
Everybody's buying, selling, selling, buying
That's what the whole thing's all about
If it had not been for Lorraine
I'd have left here long ago
I should have been a musician
I love the piano

She's so light
She's so free
I'm tight
Yeah, that's me
But I feel so good with darling Lorraine

On Christmas morning, Frank awakes
To find Lorraine has made a stack of pancakes
They watch the television, husband and wife
All afternoon
It's A Wonderful Life

What - you don't love me anymore?
What - you're walking out the door?
What - you don't like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you
You're not the woman that I wed
Gimme my robe, I'm going back to bed
I'm sick to death of you, Lorraine

Darling Lorraine
Her hands like wood
The doctor was smiling
But the news wasn't good

Darling Lorraine
Please don't leave me yet
I know you're in pain
Pain you can't forget
Your breathing is like an echo of our love
Maybe I'll go down to the corner store
And buy us something sweet
Here's an extra blanket, honey
To wrap around your feet

All the trees were washed with April rain
And the moon in the meadow
Took darling Lorraine.

For me, this says it all. It's not about the first rush of love or the agony of its ending; there are the good bits, the bad bits and all the stuff in between that makes a relationship what it is.

Most people (I don't want to pick a fight with anyone who swears it's happened to them) don't find their one true soulmate. We happen to meet someone, find them attractive, they turn out to be a pretty good match, and we make a few compromises and rub along OK.

That's love.

Makes me cry every time I listen to it.

Go on, then, what's yours?

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