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”Though the love song comes in many guises - songs of exaltation and praise, of rage and of despair, erotic songs, songs of abandonment and loss - they all address God, for it is the haunted premise of longing that the true love song inhabits. It is a howl in the void for love and for comfort, and it lives on the lips of the child crying for his mother. It is the song of the lover in need of their loved one, the raving of the lunatic supplicant petitioning his God. It is the cry of one chained to the earth and craving flight, a flight into inspiration and imagination and divinity. The love song is the sound of our endeavours to become God-like, to rise up and above the earthbound and the mediocre.”

(NICK CAVE 2001)

Discuss:



Religion: The word scares the God lost folk who inhabit the time in which we live. Religion has always existed since the days of cave paintings and alters to the elements. Humanity has always prayed to powers it does not understand. We have always reached to rise up above the darkness of earth. We have worshipped and feared for centuries. Still we worship, still we fear, though in western societies we often worship the power of the coin more than the crucifix.

I am not religious. I do not know if God or a God or Gods or devils exist. But I have the aching pain in my stomach that is the desire to be more. The desire to reach some spiritual level and to obtain enlightenment, within this and through all of this, much louder than everything else is the need to love.

Love is in all religions. Sometimes it is repressed and twisted but there is always love there. Love is worship. Love is religion. You want to anoint your lover's feet, you pray to everlasting, you sing songs of praise and cry in ecstasy and in disillusionment.

God is often used as the perfect partner. If you give all your love to God then you can avoid the pain of human love. God will not let you down. You cannot be cheated on by God. God won’t make you cry. God will listen to your problems and kiss you good night.

But God can be dark and painful and fierce. Religion can be spiritual torment. Love is the ultimate spiritual search.

We search for ways to articulate our love, all the pain and wonder. We find them in words. All writers put their spiritual quests into their work and most sweat their love into the pulp. Love songs are part of this. Or perhaps all of it. Love songs are every way that we find of singing our love. When we whisper love in the dark we are singing love songs. When we write love poems we are singing love songs. When we write love letters, when we kiss, when we make love, when we argue, when we cry into our pillows, when we smile, when we talk, when we laugh we are singing love songs.

“The GARDEN of LOVE

I went to the Garden of Love,
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And “Thou shalt not” writ over the door;
So I turn’d to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.”

(William Blake)

And so we see that with love comes guilt. With love comes disappointment and conflict. Often this conflict is with religion itself, which seems to me strange as they have a common root. But still there is guilt contained within love that runs deeper. Like the penitent man who believes he is not worthy to be loved by God we fear that we are not worthy of love. It is our greatest fear. That we will not be loved. It hides beneath our love affairs calling out to us: “you are not worthy.” And we are afraid of love as it is so powerful. We are afraid of what we might do. And we are jealous of those who are in love, and spitefully wish their downfall. But most of all we are ashamed of love as it seems too good. Sadistically we believe pleasure to be bad. We are twisted by love and our attitudes to love, at the same time as religion meets religion inside our hearts.

But when we feel love all this can disappear. Love can become all powerful and everything else can fade to nothing. The world can be silenced by love.

“ She is all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic; all wealth alchemy.
Thou sun art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since duties be
To warm the world, that’s done warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.”

(From The Sun Rising by John Donne)

Love songs published or recorded become something more. More and less intimate. Love songs that work must transcend the personal context and become a comment on all love. They must summon up the power of love, its aching and glory. A love song that works makes you cry, whether through pain or through joy.

“Love likes me
Love takes it shoes off and sits on the couch
Love has an answer for everything
Love smiles gently and crosses its legs
well here we are well here we are”

(David Byrne)

Love songs must be simple and complicated. They must be felt in the stomach.

“We are old friends
I offer love a beer
Love watches Television
Love needs a bath
Love could use a shave
Love rolls out of the chair and wiggles
on the floor
Jumps up
I’m laughing at love.”

(David Byrne)

Love songs must show the darkness and pain of love. The loss of self. The need. The drive. The hunger. The lust.

“If you want a lover, I’ll do anything you ask me to.
And if you want another kind of love, I’ll wear a
mask for you. If you want a partner take my hand.
Or if you want to strike me down in anger, here I
stand. I’m your man.”

(Leonard Cohen.)

The responsibility of the writer is to be true to love. Not to their love but love. They must write transcendent words. If their words do not transcend then they should not trouble others with them (or at least anyone but their partner). At the same time to transcend you must have something that causes transition, so it is essential that writers use their own feelings as a spring board. But they must harness them and make them beautiful and deadly.

“Me, I’m a soul catcher for God. Here I come with my butterfly net of words. Here I catch the chrysalis. Here I blow life into bodies, and hurl them fluttering to the stars and the care of God.”

(Nick Cave)

Writing love songs is a responsibility but unfortunately love is the hardest subject to escape from. We cannot be objective about our love and our feelings will make us believe our work good. The search for effective love prayers is harsh but we can take comfort in this:

“For the residue cast off in the search, the songs themselves, my crooked brood of sad eyed children, rally round and in their way protect me, comfort me and keep me alive.”

(Nick Cave)

(There’s More........................)

Love Songs

Her eyes glance up,
From gaze lips
I hear the footfall
(Falling-sweet)
Of my sad-eyed
Little children.

They step across
Into my pen
And roll their
Back-beat-scribbles
On the rough
Carpet.

Sad eyes speak of love.
Eyes speak of sad love.
Love sad with speaking eyes.

Play away children,
Dance and sing,
Through the years
Return to me,
Keep my health.
Sad little love
Songs your

Love is your
Wealth.



(And More........................)



A Dialogue

ME

Word Search

I write a word.
Juniper berries are somewhere
Far away in the east.
Soft sighs cover the grey skies.

The word floats through the window
Searching the breeze for signs of you.
Far and near in the east,
Softly seeking your scented peace.

The word lands on your window,
Mirroring me from an hour ago,
Warm nose squashed against your cold glass,
Juniper berries are in its glance.

Whirlitzers play and the word steps in,
It takes a breath, hesitantly it begins to sing,
Filling your room with Juniper time,
It feels your beat, it sings sublime.

It washes your hair,
It kisses your feet,
It fluffs up your pillows
And prepares your seat.

It writes you love letters,
Sealed and kissed and hidden
Inside a book.
Waiting to be opened.

It writes of your
Deep welled eyes and golden halo,
Soft thighs and juniper laughter,
Dew dropped, dew lapped lips
And sleep talking memories.

It smoothes your forehead
And tiptoes away.
It breathes and its breath
Floats away.




HER

“Anti-Depressant

You have entered my
Poems without knowing it,
Now they smile with me.”

“Perfect Sleep

Tonight I see you
Beneath the shadows of love
And you smile in me.”

“To Ashes

When sunlight kisses
All that you breathe, inhale me,
I am yours to burn.”

(Copyright : Jenny Adamthwaite 2001)




HIM

A wicked wind whips up the hill
A handful of hopeful words
I love her and I always will
The sky is ready to burst
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
It all came out the wrong way

Love letter Love letter
Go get her Go get her
Love letter Love letter
Go tell her Go tell her

(From Love Letter By Nick Cave)




Bibliography:

Adamthwaite, Jenny: 2001

Blake, William: Songs Of Innocence And Experience

Byrne, David: In Liquid Daysfrom Songs From Liquid Days by Philip Glass

Cave, Nick: Love Is The Drug. Article in The Guardian Weekend April 21 2001

Cave, Nick: Love Letter from the album No More Shall We Part by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds 2001

Cohen, Leonard: I’m Your Man from the album I’m Your Man1988

Donne, John: The Sun Risingfrom A Selection of Metaphysical Poets ed. Virginia Graham 1996 pub. Heinemann





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