This Is This

Here’s a song which could be straight out of a Rodgers and Hammerstein musical, or written by Johnny Mercer or Cole Porter, or George and Ira Gershwin.

It’s the part where the lights go down and there’s a spot on the lady, and the set lumbers around almost apologetically in the darkness to bring her to a back fence where she sweeps a little, then looks up at the moon in the dusk, both of them wistful and mournsome for her to sing of the man she doesn’t yet adore as she teeters on the brink of smite.

I hardly believe this was written in 1996, because it sounds like such a classic. I don’t generally use the word lovely, but this is.

It’s so beautiful that the wonder lies maybe not within in the song itself but in our ability to appreciate it.

Depending on which ever book you read,
sometimes it takes a lifetime to get what you need.

And honesty, I might be stupid to think love is love, but I do.
And you’ve waited so long and I’ve waited long enough for you.

Listen: Mr. Harris

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