I love Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Her lyrics. Her songs. Her music. Her style. Music has always been really important in my life. Music comforts, inspires and engages me and her music has really stood out with a handful of other musicians to me as extraordinary. I love her old albums, I love her new albums. This song, "Old Love" is from a recent album she made in 2012 called "Ashes and Roses" which may be my favorite album up to date. The song itself is really wistful and kind of sad sounding. And the lyrics, well, I'll copy and paste them below, but I'm just really into them. They say what I feel about love. Even with all the hype love gets in the entertainment industry especially, it really isn't given justice most of the time. Its not very often today that love is spoken of as something to be worked for. Rather the world seems to say it should just be gotten, unearned, by people who are attracted to one another. This song just cuts through that shallow paradigm like a knife and you kind of get a glimpse as to what real love is and what it does and what it looks like. Anyway, I'll let it speak for itself:
I want old love, the kind that takes years
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun
With the hard times forgiven and done
I want old love, the kind that seeps in
It isn’t cold, love, it’s never brittle or thin
It’s the long kiss, it’s the curl of a sigh
Down a hallway, in the middle of the night
I want old love, the kind that can see
Through the holes, love, that live underneath
All our false cheer, bravado and pride
Through the old fears we carry inside
I want old love, the kind that can say
What it knows, love, and what it learned on the way
In that one voice, familiar and strange
Only old love remembers your name
I want old love, the kind that holds on
When it’s told, love, that all hope is gone
Against all odds, wagers and prayers
To the wall love, to the furthest somewhere
I want old love, the kind that takes years
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun
With the hard times forgiven and done
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun
With the hard times forgiven and done
I want old love, the kind that seeps in
It isn’t cold, love, it’s never brittle or thin
It’s the long kiss, it’s the curl of a sigh
Down a hallway, in the middle of the night
I want old love, the kind that can see
Through the holes, love, that live underneath
All our false cheer, bravado and pride
Through the old fears we carry inside
I want old love, the kind that can say
What it knows, love, and what it learned on the way
In that one voice, familiar and strange
Only old love remembers your name
I want old love, the kind that holds on
When it’s told, love, that all hope is gone
Against all odds, wagers and prayers
To the wall love, to the furthest somewhere
I want old love, the kind that takes years
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun
With the hard times forgiven and done
I really love that. I want old love too, Mary.
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