ove is, even in the best circumstances, a complex thing. Good songwriters find the words to sing about it.
Great songwriters know there are no words for it.
In That's Why I Love You Like I Do Roger tells the story of a young man who loved a girl so much that every time he tried to tell her about it, the words got all mixed up and came out as nonsense.
Sorta like this:
Bright moon, trey fiddly run by through
Around and up to
That's why I love you so much
That's why I love you like I do
Bluebird, a-wingin' parlyfo
Some say tra-la-lum say so
That's why I love you so much
That's why I love you like I do
No, I don't actually know how to spell that nonsense.
Never one to worry too much about using real words, Roger reminds me of the Irish folk tunes I grew up with. Whack fol the diddle and ar fol lol lol lo indeed. Somehow I knew that Óró, Sé do Bheatha 'Bhaile wasn't nonsense. It was, instead, my first exposure to the Irish language which I found beautiful even as a child.
My Best Beloved knows I love her more than music. I tell her, of course, but sometimes, there are no words. My song More Than Love is about just that.
Maybe I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
