Life And Love In Lori’s Lyrics


Those who know me know I don’t do favorites well. I recently almost got locked out of an online account because I couldn’t remember my password, and one of the security questions was what is my favorite color. Thankfully, I was able to guess before I ran out of tries.

A while back, I wrote on here that Lori McKenna may be my favorite musician. I’ll admit that, during the intervening time, I’m probably actually listening to her a little less; I’ve heard those songs, and encountered new ones since. But regardless of listening time, she remains without question one of my favorites in her uncanny ability as a writer. She has an amazing ability to paint nuanced, believable and real emotional landscapes that reflect the fact that feelings are rarely simple, but are so often a roiling mixture of complementary and conflicting emotions.

I saw on Twitter last night that Lori had posted two new songs on her MySpace page, and I listened to them as soon as I could, and then delved into them a little deeper by transcribing the lyrics, which I’ve published in the two posts below. (I’ve also added a Lyrics Page to the blog, collecting the songs I’ve transcribed here.)

Perhaps what makes Lori’s lyrics seem to real to me because I can put myself in so many of them. Maybe not even a whole song, but a line here, a couple there, a verse here that could have been written after she read my journal. For a while, her song “Witness To Your Life” was what I wanted to find in this world. Others, like “Like No One’s Ever Hurt You At All,” have brought me to tears during relationships; yet others like “Make Every Word Hurt,” have brought me to tears after relationships, and others, like “If You Ask,” have completely challenged me.

And today’s no different. There are parts of “Sweet Disposition” that resonate me. But “The Luxury of Knowing”? Yeah, I could have written that song. Some of it twice.

Thanks, Lori, for giving me the words I didn’t have.

Lori McKenna (Keith Urban) — “The Luxury Of Knowing” Lyrics


(Song Can Be Found Here: http://www.myspace.com/lorimckenna. It has been recorded by Keith Urban, and it is included on the Target bonus version of his album, “Get Closer”)

The Luxury Of Knowing

You know when I’m coming home.
You know when I’m coming to bed.
You know that when I tell you that I love you
I mean every word I said.

You know I’m a bit too proud.
You know that I know how to pray.
You know I won’t give this up unless I have to give it up.
You know I won’t walk away.

But, baby, you’re like a diesel truck,
Shifting gears and the pedal stuck,
Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing.
And I don’t have the luxury of knowing.

You know that I like to dance,
But only when I’m dancing with you.
You know I must be bad at lying,
Because I’ve only ever told you the truth.

Just when I think you’re a hurricane,
You freeze right over and all that rain
Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing.
I don’t have the luxury of knowing.

Damn, it must be easy
Being in love with someone so blind.
Because I’ll tell you right the only thing I really know
Is that you might change your mind;
Any day you could change your mind.

You know when I’m coming home.
You know when I’m coming to bed.
Baby, you’re like a diesel truck,
Shifting gears and the pedal stuck,
Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing.
And I don’t have the luxury of knowing.

Lori McKenna — “Sweet Disposition” Lyrics


(Song Can Be Found Here: http://www.myspace.com/lorimckenna)

Sweet Disposition

Next time he tries to leave
I’m gonna help him to the door.
Won’t be no sorrow for me,
Because there’s no sorrow anymore.

I tried like hell to make him happy,
But, Lord, I’m no magician.
I just don’t know what happened to my
Sweet disposition.

My daddy and my sister called me
And say, “Little girl, you sound so tired.”
I want to tell them all the truth
But instead I just hide it.

If ever I feel alone,
It is alone by my own volition.
I just don’t know what happened to my
Sweet disposition.

Sweet disposition;
Can’t stay warm when the world is cold.
Sweet, sweet sweet disposition; yeah, yeah.
When are you gonna save my soul?

I believe everyone is good,
But I’ve been wrong a time or two.
When a friend kicks you in the gut,
There’s not much that you can do.

Oh, but that friend, she was was never my friend;
The only thing she feels is ambition.
Still I’m left searching for my
Sweet disposition.

Sweet disposition.
Can’t stay warm when the world, you know the world gets cold.
Sweet, sweet sweet disposition; yeah, yeah.
When are you gonna save, when are you gonna save my soul, my soul?

My mother left me a wedding band
And impossible shoes to fill;
Something I’ve always tried to do
But I know I never will.

If you ask my children about me,
I wish in their brief description
They’d say I love them with a true heart
and a sweet disposition.

‘Cause, Lord, I love them with a true heart
And a sweet disposition.

To Love At All


From an article in my RSS feed yesterday:

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully around your hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (chapter 6)