WRITINGS

The genesis for this song came in during a conversation with my friend Marsha Showstead. I was talking about how humans often seem to expect more from Love... and, generally speaking, tend to handle it pretty irresponsibly... myself included. That's pretty mystifying when you stop to consider that, given what human intelligence has done to destroy this planet of ours, and our willingness to rationalize the damage we have done (and continue to do) to it... it is hard to imagine that our intellect will ever be sufficiently evolved to save a planet that we are working so hard to destroy.
With Your Love It is a song about Love in the broadest sense imaginable. Love of Nature... Love of Music... Love of animals.. Love of family... Love of each other. We had better start paying attention to what we are doing with our Love... since everything depends on it.

When I shared the lyrics for this song with my daughter Meghan, she said that the second verse reminded her of Dr. Suess. ( I think she was thinking of Green Eggs and Ham.) At first I felt offended. But when I took time to think about it, I realized that that was kind of what I was going for...
...sort of~~~~~~!

What Are You Doing

You offered me a diamond once
Unpolished, and uncut
But thoughtlessly I took it for a stone
And when my demons came around
The way they sometimes do
I thought I had to face them all...
...alone.

And so I took that rock
And hurled it through the air
Aiming for the monsters who were never really there
But now they will not leave
And I can’t find that precious jewel
Anywhere!

What was I doing with your love?

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Did you put it in the pocket of a coat you wore last year?
Is it locked up in a bureau in an office far from here?
Do you keep it in the bottle that you always have around?
Is it lying in a box that’s buried in the cold hard ground?

Do you hide it in a place no one can see?
Did you kiss it on the cheek?
Have you nailed it to a tree?

What are you doing with your Love...
treating it so carelessly?
You put it where it doesn’t belong,
Then you cry like a baby when it’s gone.

What are you doing with your love?