A love song

I've got quite a collection of them. The breakup playlist has 174 songs on it — some angry, some sad, some about love. Go figure that I'm more focused on the "happy" and "in-love" sorta songs these days.

It's been mentioned before that music has played a huge role in my life — more so in the past four months than ever before. When I didn't have people to talk to, or someone to hold me, I still had music. I could listen to songs that matched my mood, or try to find songs that would cheer me up. I listened to this song on the drive home tonight. The live version is particularly excellent, and I'm jealous that a friend of mine in California was able to see Lyle Lovett last month.

Look for a playlist of my favorite love songs here in a few hours after I'm done playing my game. Maybe a little ironic given the significance the 14th used to have for me, but that will be another entry. I may end up doing a lot of writing in the next 24 hours; I know for damn sure if my attitude goes into the shitter, I won't be internalizing this stuff. Those days are over. And I'm not entirely sure how I should deal with the anniversary date. I will deal with it in some way.

Anyway, here are some lyrics:

North Dakota
The boys from North Dakota
They drink whisky for their fun
And the cowboys down in Texas
They polish up their guns
And they look across the border
To learn the ways of love

If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, say I do
If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, say I do
And you can say I love you
And you can say I do

So I drank myself some whiskey
And I dreamed I was a cowboy
And I rode across the border

If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, take my hand
If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, take my hand
And you can say I love you
And you can have my hand

I remember in the mornings
Waking up
With your arms around my head
You told me you can sleep forever
And I'll still hold you then

Now the weather's getting colder
It's even cold down here
And the words that you have told me
Hang frozen in the air
And sometimes I look right through them
As if they were not there

And the boys from North Dakota
They drink whiskey for their fun
And the cowboys down in Texas
They polish up their guns
And they look across the border
To learn the ways of love