From the Tower of Song you see the path run along the narrow and straight to the River of Love
Over mountains high. Through the valleys below. See what you want. See how to go
See where you are and what you want to be. See all the places to step into free
See the great divides. The promised lands. Down in the woods and the weeds there are curses,
there are needs and days that dim the light and block the way
Down in the woods and the weeds the heart is made to bleed
Spilling it’s compassion, hope and love. Leaving them behind in the blood
From an ivory mount you can survey and count all the things you own,
The things you can doubt. All the ways to clone the darkness into black
See the pretenses, the fences and force. See how we circle as a manner of course
Stumbling towards the source it’s so easy to lose True North
Down in the woods and the weeds there is drama, there is mean
and days that dim the light and block the way
Down in the woods and the weeds the heart is made to bleed
Spilling it’s compassion, hope and love. Leaving them behind in the blood
Loving Hearts keep beating. Their blood keeps streaming
Coursing and careening come a flood
A flood of compassionate blood feeding from the River of Love
Down in the woods and the weeds your heart is made to bleed
Bursting with compassion when full of love
Down in the woods and the weeds the path to set you free is your Loving Heart
and the Loving Blood feeding from the River of Love
The Loving Heart. It knows the way home is to love
The Loving Blood. It flows feeding from the River of Love
Your Loving Heart. It shows you the way. The Loving Blood. Spill it
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The MUSICIANS
Albino Guimaraes Vocals & Guitars
Joe Boyle Electric Guitars
Joe O’Brien Bass Guitar & Vocals
Jon Peckman Drums
Sophie Guimaraes Vocals
Christine Ohlman Vocals
with Jeff Pevar Electric Guitars
Behind The Song...
The Woods & The Weeds
The concept of a "River of Love" is an old one and setting it in a "land of song" I am sure is also not new ground. I had recently become a deeper fan of Leonard Cohen and was drawn to his "Tower of Song" in which I stand at the draw bridge certainly twice as many floor below him as he sits below Hank Williams. So all this stuff was swirling around my subconscious when I heard Christine Ohlman's song "The Deep End" which brought to the forefront of my mind the River of Love and crashed it into a landscape as seen from the height and 20/20 sight lines of a tower, be it of Ivory or of Song. The opening lick set the tone and a negative reading of a heart made to bleed which then receives a plot twist 180 courtesy of the bridge.