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I am not entirely sure where the lyrics for this song originated. Bruce dropped the track off on my desk one morning and a broken hearted fool took it over.
Sometimes lyrics are like that. It is as if the music already has a story and the lyricist is simply a scribe. But it is an interesting process because scribes don’t live in vacuums. When you are taking the download it passes through your own messy mind and naturally bits and pieces of your life that are attracted to the story glom on to it - hence the specific references to spice shelves, cats, books and bed sheets – the ordinary matters of life that are part of my day.
But the heart of the song – and I think the lead guitar holds this tension really well – is our inability to direct the stronger currents of our heart. There is an element to love between two people that is outside of them, woven through them, yet separate. One may love another, be devoted in every way. But that does not necessarily guarantee that the beloved will either return one’s affections or be constant with them.
I have to say, I love this song. It is a particular favourite of mine. There is something in the yearning within it that honours the woman who left, the devastated man left behind, and the stream of love that moves to its own rhythm between and beyond them both. CJ
You don’t love me baby, we both know it’s true.
You don’t love me baby, there ain’t nothing we can do,
‘Cause love won’t be commanded,
It won’t do what you tell it to.
You don’t love me baby, and that ain’t gonna change.
You don’t love me baby, no matter how I rearrange.
The heart has its own fire, girl,
And it flickers with its own flame.
Your smell is on the bed sheets,
Your spices on the shelf,
Your music’s on my headset,
I can’t think of no one else.
Your cat it keeps on crying,
Your mail lies there unread,
I peer ’round each corner for you
You’re still spinning in my head.
‘Cause I still love you baby, I’m just a broken hearted fool.
Your heart’s flame has flickered out, girl,
But mine’s still burning bright and true.
You don’t love me baby, there is no kindness in the fact.
You don’t love me baby, my soul is stretched out on the rack.
There’s a bleak landscape before me,
And a cold wind’s howling at my back.
Ain’t the heart a strange thing,
Taking prisoners as it will,
It don’t ask permission,
When it sneaks in for the kill.
We were both so willing
For its fiery embrace,
But now I’m burning up inside
And you’re gone without a trace.
You don’t love me, baby, what more is there to say.
You don’t love me baby,
You’re already miles and miles away.
I’m just a broken hearted fool for you, honey,
‘Cause I still love you anyway,
‘Cause I still love you anyway,
I’m just a broken hearted fool.
from Bruce Ley Collection One 'The Peacock, the Deer, and the Moon',
track released March 26, 2014
Scott Bruyea, drums
Bob Hewus, bass
Steve Kennedy, soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone saxophones
Eric Mahar, lead guitar
Bruce Ley, piano, organ, guitars, percussion, lead vocal
Steve Kennedy, Carole Warren, background vocals
Candice Bist, lyrics
Bruce Ley, music