Day ThirtyFour - Many Moons and Suns

Osunlade - Beloved
pressed in 2001





















so,so,so (so)
so,so,so (so)
so,so,so (so)
so,so,so (so)
so,so,so (so)


sweet beloved, ah
your arms
three thousand light years long
beloved
your arms, precious (ay, precious)
sweet beloved, ah
desire the one to be
ahhahahhahahhahahh
sweet beloved, ah
beloved
ooo-ooo-oooo, beloved
desire the one to be
ahhahahhahahhahahh
sweet beloved, ah
beloved
ohnonono
beloved
ohnonononononnoohnohno
beloved
desire the one to be
ahhahahhahahhahahh
sweet beloved, ah
beloved

where
beloved
dance on this one there is gonna love my loved
want to use me everything you want to, beloved
all the things you are to me is all i ever wanna be, beloved
yeah the years are falling through my eyes, beloved
desire the one to be
ahhahahhahahhahahh
sweet beloved, ah
beloved
your arms
three thousand light years long
direction
wrap your arms
round
round, my babe
round my babe
beloved
beloved


















How can I fail to believe in my expressions of myself, my capacity to be able to present myself for acknowledgment? I have this pain, I am proud or ashamed of this deed, humiliated by that thought. But if I fail to believe in the other's acknowledgment of me, must I be failing to believe in the other's capacity's to accept these facts, to measure their reality for me, perhaps to share them? And must this mean that I do not believe the other knows what these feelings are? But the other may perfectly well know.


You mean, I think, that you cannot produce in others the responses you imagine would satisfy you. You cannot enact your character, play your own life. Or, perhaps you can. But then the responses you produce in the other are apt to be directed to the wrong thing, to the part you have enacted, not to you yourself.

To let yourself matter is to acknowledge not merely how it is with you, and hence to acknowledge that you want the other to care, at least to care to know. It is equally to acknowledge that your expressions in fact express you, that they are yours, that you are in them. This means allowing yourself to be comprehended, something you can always deny. Not to deny it is, I would like to say, to acknowledge your body, and the body of your expressions, to be yours, you on earth, all there will ever be of you. - Stanley Cavell (cut)