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Stone love - she kneels before the grave
A brave son - who gave his life
To save the slogans
That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving
New love - a boy and girl are talking
New words - that only they can share in
New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning
[CHORUS]
Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving
Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love - and how my God on high is
All love - though reaching up my loneliness
Evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him
[CHORUS]
A brave son - who gave his life
To save the slogans
That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving
New love - a boy and girl are talking
New words - that only they can share in
New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning
[CHORUS]
Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving
Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love - and how my God on high is
All love - though reaching up my loneliness
Evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him
[CHORUS]
Lyrics submitted by BigPoppaChidog
Track duration: 03:34
"Soul Love" as written by David Bowie
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP, TINTORETTO MUSIC
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I was brought up a Jehovah's Witness, brought up to believe in Jehovah and to put my faith in doing his work on Earth. When I was about ten, I came to the realisation that I could never be that person. The dilemma wasn't one of belief. At the time, I still believed Jehovah to be my God, still believed in Paradise and Armageddon. Now, I don't discount it as the truth, but nor do I consider myself mature enough or well versed enough to make that decision. The very simple fact of the matter is that I cannot devote myself to one cause, cannot blindly trust, cannot forget every other thought and philosophy and creative yearning that wells up within me. I could not at ten, and I cannot now. At the same time, I long for some sort of spiritual connection. I am reaching up for faith and love, but inside I feel isolated and strange. What others can see clearly, I am made blind to by way of an overstuffed soul. It isn't a matter of belief. Were I to fully believe in God and Paradise and Armageddon all over again, I would be faced with the same impossibility.
"All I have is my love of love, but love is not loving."
Being "in love" with love is very much the same as being "in love" with anything or anyone else. It is selfish, possessive, obsessive, torturous, degrading and always unrequited. Even if the one you are in love with appears to return your corrupted love, the love will remain unrequited because neither of you truly love each other. You love with a cold fire, passionate yet demanding. True love is bittersweet and compassion, a giving and a receiving, and a timeless codependence that transcends all other sentiments. Moreover, being in love is alienating. It turns the person you are in love with into some form of effigy, a golden calf to dance madly round. Loving in its purest form becomes a faint connection, a tangible bond and then a complete union.
Perhaps the singer of this song is in love with love, or indeed in love with anything. They are not loved and they have not loved, yet like every human, they have in innate need to be so and do so.
That line kills me with its awesomeness.
all he has is the love of love, but "love" can't love you back, like a person.
How you speak the truth.
How true and tragic. And then comes to those in need not at all.