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In life, there are cyclical themes that bounce around in and out of existence through the social conscience of individuals and nations.  Like particles in quantum theory, you never know where they will be and, when you look for them, they’re there and not at the same time.  The themes bring us solace and pain simultaneously by existing but not.  We draw strength as we share them with our family and friends but at the same time suffer the pain of hollowness when no amount of praying brings peace from their absence.  These themes; love and loneliness, happiness and despair, fulfilled and empty define who we are as people and as a society.

As usual, this song found it’s way to The Lyric Project through the car stereo.  As it played, decades swirl together into a tonic of cyclical themes that mirrored what was taking place in my life when the song was meaningful.  The tales rediscovered covered decades mostly forgotten that included internal turmoil, fond memories and dreams never meant to be realized.  It flowed through the years like music on a movie soundtrack and has found me kneeling at the pew searching once again for solace but knowing the futility of the prayer too many times.  It was long ago resolved/unresolved stories but it was also the catalyst to once again think about current themes that haunt too many waking moments (and often the non-waking ones too).  Then, on this day, the everlasting theme beget a happy memory from not too long ago that was followed by the belligerent spiral of connections fully dissected but painfully never resolved and, finally, it transitioned to my current reoccurring theme that we all seem to be looking for more that can’t be found because we’re looking in the wrong place.

Oops.  How did we get here?  I suppose, kinda like the answer to “how many licks does it take to get to the center of Tootsie Pop?”, the world may never know…

Anyway, enjoy my first post by this piano icon.

I didn’t know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon

Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical

I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints
I put down to experience

The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you

You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul

My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You’re beauty and elegance

You’re a rhapsody, a comedy
You’re a symphony and a play
You’re every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me

You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul

You’re an essay in glamor
Please pardon the grammar
But you’re every schoolboy’s dream
You’re Celtic, United, but baby I’ve decided
You’re the best team I’ve ever seen

And there have been many affairs
Many times I’ve thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
‘Cause you’re the warmest thing I’ve ever found

You’re In My Heart – Rod Stewart