On the 11th of November I heard the song below performed by Bill DeMain at The Bluebird Café… I’m a huge fan of David Mead, (who was playing with that night also) and many of Mead’s songs are written with Mr. DeMain… so I find a very natural progression into coming to appreciate his lyrics as well…

I find a great deal of comfort in adopting mantras from various sources… One of my favorites to date has been the chorus of a David Mead song, “Indiana”… the “Come on Sugar just say I Love You” has been posted more than a few times on this blog…

Oddly, many times I’ve repeated this lyric to myself, or posted it by itself or maybe even hand written the words when I knew I needed to do the right thing, follow my heart and be the best human being I can be… All that to say, I guess, I’m calling myself “Sugar” as I’ve always said the kindest voice you should hear all day is that of your own… With the just say “I Love You” as a way to remind myself to keep my priorities in perspective… That more often than not that intense moment of fret, angst and panic is only just that… a moment…not who I am or what lay ahead of me.

Anywhere from getting cut off in traffic, having a disagreement with your loved one or a squabble with a co worker was a handy place for me to state, “Come on Sugar, Just say I Love You”… to myself… now obviously I wasn’t throwing out I Love Yous to co workers or other transients on the road ways, more over I was just reminding myself that these were just little flashes of tiny insignificant seconds that contained no baring on my heart’s intentions, my wishes, wants, future or love… So with a kind moniker to myself (Sugar) accompanied with the best phrase ever said I was able to remind myself that essentially, I want to be a good person ALL the time, and that putting something loving out in the world held far more potential than shooting a bird or wasting time, and breath on whichever energy vampire may come calling…

As far as when I adopted these words as a reminder to myself, I remember vividly… It was the first time I’d ever heard the song, riding in a car; this song was one of the driver’s favorites… All I remember after that was I knew I wanted to be the best man I could be, for me, and for her… When I heard her beautiful singing voice that she tries to hide, sing “Come on Sugar, just say I Love You”… I knew I wish she was singing them to me… Because I knew in that affirming moment all I ever wanted to be was good to her… I give no insight as to what David Mead may want to infer with the sentiment, I’d be willing to make a wager or two with my best guess… To me however, I know I apply the prose just as much inwardly, as I ever do outwardly… (although there may be those who disagree :)

While sitting at the Bluebird Café and hearing the song below, I felt a great deal of comfort in how wonderfully and simply a beautiful lyric can widdle the world down to a much more manageable size… “Closed My Eyes and Kept Believing”… I felt as if I’d lived these words most of my life… the words immediately became something that I wish I’d created…

I’ve not had time to fully absorb much of Bill DeMain’s work, I’d give myself a Master’s degree and going for the PhD on David Mead but I consider this song the first in my studies of the teachings of Bill DeMain… I look forward to the absorption… I’d bet, I’ll be better for it…

Close Your Eyes and Keep Believing… (more to come)




Once I Lived in London

Once I lived in London, right near the Vauxhall Bridge
In a room on a corner the size of a fridge
A bed, a desk, a window, and a fog across the Thames
Drinking English tea each morning in the sound of Big Ben

I went busking every day
Trying to find somewhere rich to play
Cold and nervous
Closed my eyes and kept believing
Closed my eyes and kept believing
Closed my eyes and kept believing

I quit my spring semester and sold the junk I had
Naïve I believed the stories in the music rags
Alone I walked the ancient streets looking for a magic key
Winding home through the dusk of London, just me

I sang Spandau Ballet’s “true”
Jobim, Yaz, The Plastic People too
Sang you near me
Closed my eyes and kept believing now
I closed my eyes and kept believing now
I closed my eyes and kept believing

It doesn’t last, a winter a spring and a summer
A turn of the tide and it’s over
And London’s crystallized on an 80’s postcard
Faded and burned on an 80’s postcard
Written to you on an 80’s postcard

I sang Spandau Ballet’s “true”
Jobim, Yaz, The Plastic People too
Sang you near me
Just close your eyes and keep believing now
Close your eyes and keep believing now
Close your eyes and keep believing now

© 2008 DeMain / Scott

Stuck between I’ll never forget and I’ll always remember;
Pining for your whisper and the confession of all your heart can render...

I was going through an old journal and found a half written entry... I could immediately tell after reading the quote with which I started how sad I must have been when I started to write this...

From the movie entitled "Blow" which tells of the adventures of drug smuggler George Jung...

George: "So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last day of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by while they're making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime, I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost not enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door".

as to whether George Jung ever actually said those words... or did screen writer David McKenna embellish and thought that maybe George Jung would have said this... who knows???

regardless, I think about this movie quote quite a lot... I'm pleased that as I get older... I tend to disagree with it more and more...

perhaps I'll expand on my disagreement with George at a later time, I was just amused with myself and the journal entry I found ...

"Come on Sugar, Just Say I Love You"...

Strange Angel

I close my eyes and I fill my head with thoughts I’d hope would flee;
I recant a wasted life, wallow within my strife and pray for softer things to see

I’d barter all shallow fellowship, just to know I had one steadfast friend;
Give up all my erudition to walk with you forever and find peace before my end

Blessings lay on my heart, from the one who loves me the most;
Trying to find the sum of my deserving… lost in love with no fear of ghosts

Every breath from a dream to find This Strange Angel warm and beside me;
A delicate caress with her thumb to my held hand, I feel the answer, to my divine plea

Do not yield to disbelieving in Angels, once you’ve forgiven all that you are;
It just doesn’t seem possible to see the Lord’s worth or for an Angel to have come so far

To stay with you one day longer, always now my eternal reprieve;
Fidelity to Love and my Strange Angel… close to you… I cleave

Solely is my lesson, if in my time, all I learn is this;
Only a little while should we wander, live out loud with guard to your purpose, or it’s your Strange Angel you’ll miss…

"Come on, Sugar just say I Love You"

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"Come on, Sugar just say I Love You"...