A silly love song for my wife

February 14, 2019

 

There’s nothing new about this song

This trite sentiment has already been written

It’s an extremely familiar melody

Just a lawsuit waiting to happen

 

But it’s a tune firmly stuck in my head

It might be old but it feels brand new

With a chorus that’s overly simple

It just repeats each time, “I love you.”

 

I love everything

I love everything about

I love everything about you

 

Another silly little ditty

It’s not meant to free the world

It’s not selling trucks or pills

Just a ballad of a happy boy and girl

 

Sorry if it’s not a grand aria

Or a complex Beach Boy harmony

It’s not written by a team of Swedes

Just a note to you from me

 

I love everything

I love everything about

I love everything about you

 

I sang this song before you arrived

I’ve been singing it all my life

I heard it on the radio as a child

Sending a musical message out to my wife

 

All the love songs that were ever slow danced to

Including the ones with the awkward rhymes

Turns out they were all about you

And I’ll sing them all on this Valentines

 

I love everything

I love everything about

I love everything about you

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The Bebop of Love

February 14, 2017

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A Little Valentines Jazz for My Wife

When love walks in the room

It sounds like chaos

Boplicity

Sheets of sound

Bibbity bop badang dang

 

The first time I saw you I heard trumpets

Louis Armstrong

Heralding the arrival of a saint

Dizzy Gillespie’s cheeks filled the room

Bap bap bap bap BAM

 

The horns swirled around my head

The beat was in your hips

I was caught in a madness

Focusing on the drums instead of the bass

Badum baDUM, badum baDum

 

The hard bop can chew you up

Pull you in for the frenzy

Then break your bones

Many will fall off the stand

And retreat to familiar standards

Tooty toot toot yeah yeah yeah

 

I hung in for the ascension

Riding the form to the next stage

Out of the manic comes the spiritual

The combo in complete tonal harmony

Trilla la lee Trilla la la Om

 

Our band became a trio

Finding the groove

A duo backing a soloist

And then coming back in right on time

Dat dat tss bom bom tss

 

Your softness

Your hardness

Your art

Like Miles on a Saturday night

Tee tee tee teeeee

 

You took me from Big Band

to sketches of Spain

with a Cumbia breakdown

Keeping the swing in your hips

Chi chi chi chi cha

 

But the mediations were there all along

A love supreme

Badum baDUM, badum baDum

A love supreme

Badum baDUM, badum baDum

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Here’s last year’s poem: The Song of the Sirens

Christmas Poem for My Wife.

How can I think of you without thinking of me?

Everything I think and do is because you set me free.

How can I think of where I am without knowing where you are?

When you are near I fear that you are still too far.

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You were the one who gave me the chance to finally arrive.

I was born with promise but got lost along the way.

Like a messiah who accidentally becomes a drunken sailor.

It was you who said, “Come back to your path.

You have it in you to shine like the greatest star in the sky.

I won’t hold your hand and but I will help you up the hill.”

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With love and grace.

With anger and forgiveness.

With salsa and tequila.

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I was a plastic bag floating in the waves.

Not even a comical jellyfish.

Something that fell out of somebody else’s luggage.

Happy to be a pinball spun around by rubber bumpers.

Until I saw your face, surrounded by a great green light.

You were burned into my cloak as I came out of the woods.

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With older hands and stronger back.

With patience and tears.

With hope and head on track.

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How can I think of you without thinking of me?

Everything I think and do is because you set me free.

How can I think of where I am without knowing where you are?

When you are near I fear that you are too far.

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The heart and mind are finally one not two.

My gift for you this year is simple,  I can only thank you.

– Randy Blazak 12/26/2014