Write About Love

by James Delsono

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Songs with a common theme: love ... whether societal, romantic, wordless, divine or unconditional.

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released August 21, 2019

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Track Name: We Are People, Too
We are people, too, you know ...
Black or white or brown or so ...
Of whatever shade or hue
We are people, too ... it's true.

We are kindred souls, you know ...
Let us close on wars the door ...
Let us hate agree to cease
Let us try again for peace.

It's hard to live when people hate
And all they do is retaliate
With mindless anger at all we do ...
You know, my friend, we're people, too ...

You can't desire a world the same!
Why would you want that - it'd be lame!
We're all the same, yet different,
We all have unique talent

Me, I write and sing my song
If you agree, please clap along:
United we must be in diversity
United we must be if we wanna live.

We are people, too, you know ...
Black or white or brown or so ...
Of whatever shade or hue
We are people, too ... it's true.

This world is craving unity,
The people shaking hands for all to see,
Refusing to fight no more
Letting, instead, our spirits soar ...

Love Mother Earth, foremost and first,
Love Father Sun, who gives us warmth,
Love all creation as thyself
No more, no less ... and you shall delve

Into the mystery of happiness
And joy of life you shall possess,
Love everyone, and what is more
Love yourself, friend, forever so!

[BRIDGE]

Remember: but for God's own grace
It isn't YOU, that broken face
That you would want so much to hate ...
Oh, trust me, it's not too late

To put down swords and dance instead
To songs of joy that emanate
From all our hearts, whether we're white,
Or black, or brown ... we'll be alright.

So come on, friend, and sing with glee
This song I write for you and me
Let's stop the fights and love instead
All who we are ... and life won't be so bad.
Track Name: No More Evening Prayers
I haven't met you yet; that much is true.
I cannot write a love song about that which I have no clue ...
I pray to the Lord, if it be His will,
To run into you one day and tell you how I feel.

I haven't met you yet; that much is so;
I cannot write a love song about that which I don't know.
So I go talk to priests and visit wise soothsayers,
For, if I meet you, I'll forget to say my evening prayers.

And the Lord will try us, surely, to deny;
He will try so hard to make you never mine
For He knows that if I hold you in my arms
I'll forget to tell Him even "thanks".

And, for all my thoughts and prayers, He's aware
That I'd be completely happy if you were
Mine forever, be we rich or be we poor ...
If that were, I'd need no prayers any more.

You're more real to me than any fake god
Whose assistance I still need whilst on the road
Towards meeting you and holding you to me,
If you will, for all eternity.

Therefore, whilst you're not here, I will pray;
I will fast and make my penance twice a day,
In the hope His sphinx-like figure I can sway
And that I may therefore meet you e'en today.

And the Lord will try us, surely, to deny;
He will try so hard to make you never mine
For He knows that if I hold you in my arms
I'll forget to tell Him even "thanks".

And, for all my thoughts and prayers, He's aware
That I'd be completely happy if you were
Mine forever, be we rich or be we poor ...
If that were, I'd need no prayers any more.
Track Name: The Servant
Who has believed one word we've said?
To whom has this story been revealed?
For he grew up before us as a tender plant,
and as a root sticking out of dry ground
He had no good looks or majesty,
No beauty to desire when him we see.
Despised he was, we hid our face before him
Respect? Please. We found him boring.

Yet surely, he bore OUR sickness
And carried with him all our suffering
And yet we thought HIS was the illness
When he carried inside all OUR wrongdoing.

He was oppressed - of that, please have no doubt
And yet, when afflicted, he did not make a sound.
As a lamb to the slaughter, he stayed ever silent
When took away, he was, by hate and judgement.
They made his grave with the wicked
And with the abandoned in his death
Although he had done nothing icky
Nor were ever lies said from his breath.

Yet surely, he bore OUR sickness
And carried with him all OUR suffering
And yet we thought that HIS was the illness
When he carried inside all OUR wrongdoing.

Oh yes, it pleased the world so much to bruise him
And cause him much cause for suffering
But after the dark night of his own soul
He will soon see his own offspring.
His hope is for the light and to be happy
For love's own pleasure to prosper in his heart
And, having taken on the pain of so many,
For him and his loved one never to be apart.

His hope is for the light and to be happy
For love's own pleasure to prosper in his heart
And, having taken on the pain of so many,
For him and his loved one never to be apart.
Track Name: The Greatest Is Love
If I speak like an angel
but have no love
I'm like a cymbal
Clanging too loud.

If I see the future
And know everything
But have no love,
Then I'm nothing.

And if I have faith
Or self-sacrifice,
If I've no love
It don't suffice.

For what IS love like?
It's patient and it's kind;
It doesn't brag loudly
Nor has its pride.

It evil ignores,
Embracing us all,
And never fails,
Whatever may fall.

For everything else
Is here for a time
But love stays with us
Forever the same.

For now I look, slowly,
Into a mirror, so ...
But then I will know
Just as I'm known.

And so three remain,
Love, hope and faith;
But the greatest of these
Is love, always.

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