Bleecker Street

A work of art like that speech, so smoothly combining bits of borrowed visions, fantasy promises, down-in-the-gutter attacks, taking other people's credit, and a good few dollops of Motherhood and Apple Pie, oops, I mean Freedom and Liberty, deserves quite a response. I suggest Kerry's from tonight. If I find a link to it tomorrow, I'll connect it.

My own response comes from an album called Bleecker Street, a 1999 compilation of current singer-songwriters, doing their renditions of great songs from the Greenwich Village of the early 60s. I played it this afternoon in an attempt to give myself a different set of voices from New York.

Which brings me to excerpt the following lyric, penned by Tim Hardin, performed on the album by Ron Sexsmith:

If I listened long enough to you,
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true.
Knowing that you lied, straight-faced, while I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe...

Someone like you, makes it hard to live
Without somebody else.
Someone like you, makes it easy to give
And never think about myself.

And if I gave you time to change my mind,
I'd find a way to leave the past behind.
Knowing that you lied, straight-faced, while I cried.
Still I look to find a reason, to believe.

-Reason To Believe, Tim Hardin (Allen Stanton Productions/BMI)