The Poetry of Linford Detweiler
Linford Detweiler is best known as the songwriter/pianist of Over the Rhine and husband of lead singer Karin Berquist, but the truth is, Linford doesn't really write lyrics, he writes poetry. If the songs were stripped of music and only the words remained it would still be great art. Last year he published a short, narrative book entitled Unsung, that paints movies with words of the places we've never been but know so well; required reading for everyone. So, here are some of my favorites from the poetry he posted a while ago on the Over the Rhine website:
Grace Asked a Question
The bottom line is the spilled wine
The ruby lake on the table
Dripping on my knees
Like the tears of the blind man
Who newly sees
The bottom line is the familiar ache
Too real to shake
Too hard to explain
Too easy
Like a prism of colors in the rain
The bottom line is the warm blood
That seeps its way out of my cold heart
To the beat of a drum
Always carried
All the time
Always a rhythm rhyming inside
Making of me a tall awkward song
The bottom line is the sometimes welling up in the eyes
That the noisy world
All too eagerly dries
With whatever it happens to be selling
At the time
Or is the bottom line this?
Beauty and terror on a blind date
Moving each other close
Dancing a slow motion universe bending down sarabande
Locked staring each into the others eyes
As if for the first
Or the last
Time
The bottom line is some unknown unspoken word
I need another word
For that which comes out of nowhere
So good
Like a smiling child
Glimpsed in a room full of strangers
A room full of good things to eat
As if it has all been somehow prearranged:
She's smiling at me
Even though we both know
We'll never meet
Some other favorites:
Anchor Girl
$2 Poem
A Long Time Ago
The Art Of Losing You
Hey You
I Wish Your Words Were My Hands
Grace Asked a Question
The bottom line is the spilled wine
The ruby lake on the table
Dripping on my knees
Like the tears of the blind man
Who newly sees
The bottom line is the familiar ache
Too real to shake
Too hard to explain
Too easy
Like a prism of colors in the rain
The bottom line is the warm blood
That seeps its way out of my cold heart
To the beat of a drum
Always carried
All the time
Always a rhythm rhyming inside
Making of me a tall awkward song
The bottom line is the sometimes welling up in the eyes
That the noisy world
All too eagerly dries
With whatever it happens to be selling
At the time
Or is the bottom line this?
Beauty and terror on a blind date
Moving each other close
Dancing a slow motion universe bending down sarabande
Locked staring each into the others eyes
As if for the first
Or the last
Time
The bottom line is some unknown unspoken word
I need another word
For that which comes out of nowhere
So good
Like a smiling child
Glimpsed in a room full of strangers
A room full of good things to eat
As if it has all been somehow prearranged:
She's smiling at me
Even though we both know
We'll never meet
Some other favorites:
Anchor Girl
$2 Poem
A Long Time Ago
The Art Of Losing You
Hey You
I Wish Your Words Were My Hands

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