Philly soul inspired interpretation of a Ella Wheeler Wilcox poem from 1883. I added the Chorus and stated pretty close to the original stanzas. Dave overlaid a tasty intro and outro on his Gibson Melody Maker.
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philly soul
Story behind the song
Some words appear to be timeless. This was originally meant to be a live recording, but I wasn't getting the vibe on the lyrics. The 5th take I felt I really unleashed (probably out of frustation) and was the take that was most impassioned. Kind of startled myself. Most people would probably not recognize the lyrics as being over 135 years old.
Lyrics
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes where the lovelight shines
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
And Your kisses against my face.
But still after all of this I don’t know how to say
How much I love you
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm arms
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole lives away
In the joys of a living love.