DESCRIPTION:
I wanted to try and celebrate the death of St. Valentine in a different manner than I have in the past. I sat down, after the babes had slipped into their slumber, and wrote this song. I wanted the song to be recorded immediately after I wrote it, and to add things that felt were adding to the song and then let it just be. Let it live as it was in that moment. No laborious process or procedures. Inside of the song you will find mistakes, pitchy notes, bad intonation, but then you will find spirit. SPIRIT.

ONLY FOR LOVE

If I say the wrong words, If I crow like the birds
On the wire, It is only for love
If I trip on my shoes, teach my skin how to bruise,
And crack my teeth, It is only for love.
Here in my mountain I drink my own fountain,
I think that it’s keeping me sane
I see colors I’d never thought possible ever
They’re painting the sides of my brain
If I light me on fire, turn my hair into wire
See me burn, and it’s only for love
If I swear out a curse, spin a phrase, sing a verse
I will say that it’s only for love
I made up my mind, I’m spending my time
Waitin’ to see through the rain
I’m the air in the middle that dodges the riddle
Of how we all grow and decay.
If I run up ahead, give the ground what I’m fed
I return and it’s only for love
If I fall far behind in my search for a sign
I will wait for my angel of love.
I shatter and crumble get broken and humbled
Then turn into pockets of blood
Then I’ll tear through the bubble that carries my struggle
And end up right where I was.
IF I float to a dream, to a world only seen
By a man who is searching for love.

St. Valentine’s Day 2017
Joshua Fred James