Sansaku: The Many Words of Love
I promised Chyako I’d sing the song on her birthday. Since I often change the words, this is only one version of many. And because of this, I’ve never been able to memorize and the lines come and go.
The song sounds like a chant, I sing with a hush; there are changes and repetitions, but the three-note chord progression stays the same. It’s like singing a spell and trying to weave strong feeling. I want the mood contagious.
The words are meant to be symbolic, the language of the soul. I’m singing about the love that goes beyond me and learning how to listen. The source of all we know.
I don’t practice songs, because I sing in solitude not company. She knows what it means when I do. I might have to sing the country style song next year on her birthday, but she’s the kind who opens all of her presents early. I’d better be prepared.
The Many Words of Love
The lessons that we live/ Living side by side/ Even when you’re gone/ Whisper in my ear… The many words of love/ I know that you can hear/ The many words of love.
The language lives in time/ And never seems to stop/ A circle and a rhyme/ The source of all we know… The many words of love/ How I learned to feel/ The many words of love.
I try my best to know/ And still I can forget/ But I see it in your face/ I’m learning all the time… The many words of love, the language of the soul/ The many words of love/ The many words of love.
Chyako tells me the country song sounds more like Woody Guthrie than Blake Sheldon. I can turn it into Dylan. It’s another one of my songs that changes. Like most of my songs, this version is just one of many. I think I’ll add a verse.
Songs don’t read, but the words do. I read out loud, very slowly, with a pronounced rhythm and beat. Knowing Chyako’s headed for a trip down the Grand, I tell her I’ll be singing them. “Just wanted you to know. It’s your birthday.”
I’ve Given It All to You
I’ve given it all to you/ I’ve given it all to you/ My pockets are empty/ But my heart’s feeling full/ I’ve given it all to you.
I never would do as I was told/ I ran away from home/ My life was my own/ How could I know? I’d give it up for you. I’ve given it all to you…
I gambled with money/ Wasted my time/ Lost more than I had to lose/ It doesn’t matter now/ There’s nothing left to lose/ I’ve given it all to you. I’ve given it all to you…
I used to keep what I felt inside/ Nothing that I would give away/ Then you come along/ Don’t even ask/ And I give-it-all to you. I’ve given it all to you…
My voice quivers with emotion and I whisper-sing a few new lines: My pockets aren’t empty, which is strange/ Have more than I had before/ The more I give, the more keeps coming back/ I’ll give-it-all to you…
The thing about dreams, even songs, they need associative commentary and life context in order to bring the symbolic meaning to life. What matters is meaningful.
I don’t like to sing or speak in public, but don’t mind the exposure that comes with words on cyber waves. I just want it real.