“Love We Live…”
Written by: luminoUS, Editor at Large
“Wish I had the baritone of charismatic singers… We can coerce towards the chorus… Free verse towards the bridge… Find where cupid lives and demand he gives us the secrets to love…”
–Lyrical the Lyricist, “Love We Live”
Oh, to be a singer! One can manipulate the most sour of words into the sweetest of sounds by running the scales and hitting octaves unknown to most. They can “coerce towards the chorus”, if you may. They can scat around what once was set in stone and create a tone unlike those who have sung it before. They can create love from the slightest words or, better yet, squeeze love out of the most cold-hearted soul by putting inflections on their interpretation of a standard. Singers and writers both have this ability and it is twice as heavenly when the two combine and create something so fluid that water spills over the surface.
It is the belief that we can re-script our love interest in a different shade of gray that motivates most to
continue to color in this paint-by-numbers motif that we call “love”…
If only loving and romantic interactions were this simple and beautiful, then there would be no need for break-up songs. There would be no need to romanticize, if you will, the beauties of love for, if one didn’t find it so illusive, they would not paint it as vividly. It seems that most artists take all of their hurt and anguish, pour it into a pot of warm emotion, and labor over it until the remaining product is something palatable. For most, it is easier to live the perfect life or to play out the fantasy romance on the pages of journals or in between the bass and treble clefs of sheet music and, in essence, things run as smoothly as an eXpensive pen on parchment.
One can manipulate the most sour of words into the sweetest of sounds by running the scales and hitting octaves unknown to most…
But, the realities of life prove that things aren’t always that simple. Every story doesn’t have a picture-perfect ending and every painted masterpiece isn’t meant to hold the beauty of a Kandinsky. Things are sometimes rough and, more often than not, times get hard, but it is the belief that it will get better that propels the majority forward. It is the belief that we can re-script our love interest in a different shade of gray that motivates most to continue to color in this paint by numbers motif that we call love. Maybe if we hold our hand a little less heavy when we script the next love scene, the outcome might not be as harsh or leave such an imprint on the surface of our hearts. Maybe we will continue to etch in pencil until we are officially ready to use permanent marker or maybe we will be bold enough to live unscripted and simply write our story with our actions. But, as a writer, we tend to romanticize because it allows us to get lost in what we love to do and it is for this love that we ultimately… live.
