I Melt With You
I melt with you. Modern English, 1982. I don't know what it is about this song, but it has lived in my head and heart for forty years. It's a story of being so absolutely sodded with a soul that it all just melts away. Who wouldn't want that?
Wolf:Complete abandon, trust, longing, want, absolute acceptance. It's playing on the radio right now while I wait in the car. It's making me really kind of sad. Wistful, maybe. Thing is, there are really beautiful sentiments here.
Wolf:Some experiences I've certainly had. Some of these things I don't think I'll ever get to experience. That's not fair. Of course, I will never not get to, but making love to you was never second best for a variety of reasons that lands in me. I see the world thrashing all around your face.
Wolf:I think I never really understood this lyric. Right now, it's Eddie Naz. The world is in turmoil but there is an island of calm. This face brings peace and harmony, safety, belief, trust. Not out of obligation or loyalty but karmic chemistry.
Wolf:I'll stop the world and melt with you. This is a place I've been in person and in imagination for a time just being out of time and place. More of the woe displacement for you, with you. Trapped in the state of imaginary grace, limerence, an elevated existence. More just wanting to be out of time, out of place, apart from a world that is only concerned with art, beauty, and love in regards to how much income it can generate.
Wolf:I made a pilgrimage to save this human's race. Of course, modern English's intent is for the speaker to make his pilgrimage to her to save himself. I've always heard it as my own pilgrimage to save this human's race. Possessive to save my people. A life spent with the express intent to save as many as you wish it.
Wolf:Never comprehending the race had long gone by. In the process, I think, I I think I worry I may have lost my own race. This is as yet unresolved, but Wolf's doing his damnedest. He's still melting, still finding grace, and the pilgrimage, maybe it's not an end, but stops along the way. The pilgrimage is the journey, one that never ends, but demands experience.
Wolf:You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time. I've seen some changes and I guess life is getting better. Certainly aspects of it are much improved, but other pieces of me, parts that got away in the stream of time and went back, They feel less like improvement and more like loss. But perhaps the point is that you can't advance without loss. Only ever keeping what we have, good or bad, doesn't leave room for the new.
Wolf:Doors close and doors open. I don't know, but that seems to be the nature of life. I'll stop the world and melt with you. The future's open wide. Modern English heralds the call, the declaration over and over.
Wolf:Longing want or expressed intent. Maybe they're saying, what the hell ever comes, I'm always going to have this. If you're here with me or not, the melting is what I have. It's what I give. It's what I want.
Wolf:After all, the future is wide open. And maybe that's the truth I keep circling. The world won't actually stop. Not for me, not for anyone. But every once in a rare while, something, a face, a memory, a song from 1982 drifting through a car radio on an ordinary day reminds me that melting is still possible.
Wolf:The part of me built for surrender, for dissolving into another soul hasn't gone extinct. The race isn't lost. Maybe it was never a race to begin with. Maybe it's just a long pilgrimage toward the few moments where everything unnecessary falls away and what remains is simple, human incandescent connection. And if those moments still exist, then so do I.
Wolf:Moving forwards using all my breath, making love to you was never second best. I saw the world thrashing all around your face, never really knowing it was always mesh and lace. I'll stop the world and melt with you. You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do.
Wolf:I'll stop the world and melt with you. Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate, trapped in the state of imaginary grace. I made a pilgrimage to save this human's race, never comprehending the race had long gone by. I'll stop the world and melt with you. You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time.
Wolf:There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you. The future's wide open. The future's open wide. I'll stop the world and melt with you.
Wolf:I've seen some changes, but it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you. The future's open wide. I'll stop the world and melt with you.
Wolf:You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you. I'll stop the world and melt with you. I'll stop the world and melt with you.
Wolf:I'll stop the world and melt with you. I'll stop the world and melt with you.