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“Luck Of The Draw”<\/strong><\/p>\n

These things we do to keep the flame burning<\/em>
\n And write our fire in the sky<\/em><\/p>\n

As you get older, your dreams dissipate. What seemed within your reach keeps getting further and further away. In high school everybody’s in your business, graduate and suddenly nobody cares. You’re on your own. The only thing keeping you going is your gumption. You can go to work for the man, enter a hierarchy barely different from school, but there’s no club for artists, no game… You’re creating your own.<\/p>\n

And it seems almost no one is paying attention.<\/p>\n

This Paul Brady composition first appeared on the Bonnie Raitt album of the same name. It’s so haunting you’re both drawn in and repelled. It’s like an episode of “thirtysomething,” a drama not made for Lifetime. Where you just work hard and maybe…nothing happens.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow’s letter by the hall doorway<\/em>
\n Could be the answer to your prayer<\/em><\/p>\n

Ain’t that the truth. It’s the carrot that keeps us going. Without it, we wither and die.<\/p>\n

“Trick Or Treat”<\/strong><\/p>\n

And then Paul Brady got his shot. Oh, he had a whole career in the U.K., he was a staple in Ireland, but in the U.S. he was unknown.<\/p>\n

Gary Katz, the legendary Steely Dan producer, was hired to helm the project. And the more you listen to the album, also called “Trick Or Treat,” the more you love it. It becomes your favorite. It sticks in your brain.<\/p>\n

But the entrance point is “Trick Or Treat.” The best Bonnie Raitt track you’ve never heard.<\/p>\n

Alas, it’s a duet, but Bonnie sounds so three-dimensional, so sexy, you’ll fall in love with her, even if you know nothing about her, even if you’ve never seen a photograph, never mind seen her in concert.<\/p>\n

Sometimes the things that you say<\/em>
\n Can hurt me so bad<\/em>
\n You know that it’s true<\/em>
\n Sometimes your love lifts me up<\/em>
\n So high I could cry<\/em>
\n Can’t live without you<\/em><\/p>\n

EUREKA! THAT’S IT!<\/p>\n

You might call it volatility, I call it life. Yin-yang, push-pull, attraction-repulsion. One day you hate ’em, the next day you love ’em.<\/p>\n

And the track has got this breezy feel, like the train is hurtling at sixty miles per hour and the engineer is unclear where they’re going or if they’re gonna run out of track, but you don’t care!<\/p>\n

Sometimes I fill up your cup<\/em>
\n So your river flows<\/em>
\n You know that it’s true<\/em>
\n Sometimes my love makes you pay<\/em>
\n Though baby, I swear, I’m not wanting to<\/em><\/p>\n

Self-knowledge! Instead of saying, “It’s you, not me.” she admits she’s complicit. Wise. Alive, but not weary. That’s what the miles of life give you, wisdom and insight.<\/p>\n

Like a knock on the door<\/em>
\n Open it up<\/em>
\n What do you see?<\/em>
\n Could be a trick or treat<\/em>
\n Bitter or sweet<\/em>
\n Which one you gonna be?<\/em><\/p>\n

Whew! We’re not talking about manic-depression, we’re not talking about Sybil, we’re talking about life. You never know what you’re going to encounter when you walk through the front door.<\/p>\n

You no compass, baby, me no map<\/em>
\n No one to show us where they laid the trap<\/em><\/p>\n

Everybody’s looking for answers. But they’re usually going to the wrong place. Books, movies, friends, relatives. Whereas some things you can only learn by yourself.<\/p>\n

There’s no compass or map in life. You make it up as you go.<\/p>\n

Trick or Treat, baby, that’s the game<\/em>
\n One day passion, one day pain<\/em>
\n You can try to change the rules, but…<\/em>
\n Trick or Treat make you the fool<\/em><\/p>\n

It’s relentless. It constantly flows forward. It’s a rushing river that could swallow you or give you a ride that will thrill your pants off. They call it life.<\/p>\n

Throw off your armor, jump in and enjoy!<\/p>\n

“Can’t Stop Wanting You”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hot words on a summer night<\/em>
\n You ‘n’ me having a fight<\/em>
\n One drink and it all come out<\/em>
\n Before I knew what we were fightin’ about<\/em><\/p>\n

This relationship has faded in the rearview mirror. But I’ll never forget it. That’s what we had in common, alcohol. It started off so much fun, and sometimes it would lead to the night of our lives, with drunken sex and laughs in bed.<\/p>\n

And other times it would devolve into something out of a bad movie. Where not only past hurts were dredged up, but our entire histories, down not only to our birth, but our ancestors.<\/p>\n

But breaking up was nigh near impossible.<\/p>\n

Because one part of me couldn’t stop wanting her.<\/p>\n

“Paradise Is Here”<\/strong><\/p>\n

You say you wanna live some<\/em>
\n Move out into the fast lane<\/em>
\n You say you need excitement<\/em>
\n To make you come alive<\/em>
\n Some place a million miles from<\/em>
\n The shadows that surround you<\/em><\/p>\n

The fact that my wife left defines me.<\/p>\n

Before I was different. Trusting. Believing people were good.<\/p>\n

But now I’ve got more questions than answers.<\/p>\n

You think you’re in the groove, doing o.k., and then your betrothed rolls over in bed and asks “Can this marriage be saved?” You think it’s a joke, but it’s deadly real.<\/p>\n

What is she looking for? What entices her about the vast world out there without you?<\/p>\n

You fight for her to stay, but she goes anyway.<\/p>\n

And when she wants to come back, you can’t return to where you once were. What you once overlooked is now a dividing line.<\/p>\n

I look for your attention<\/em>
\n You’re lost out in the future<\/em>
\n Where lovers ask no questions<\/em>
\n And shadows never fall<\/em>
\n Some pilgrim bound for paradise<\/em>
\n No compromise<\/em><\/p>\n

Relationships are hard. And I’m never going to go on autopilot. I’m gonna fight it out. Not to prove I’m right, but to establish and maintain connection. A marriage ring is no guarantee your partner will wanna hear what you have to say.<\/p>\n

But paradise is here<\/em>
\n It’s time to stop your crying<\/em>
\n The future is this moment<\/em>
\n And not some place out there<\/em><\/p>\n

But it didn’t matter what I had to say. She was gone. Pleading just makes it worse. When they’ve turned against you, nothing you can do or say can make them come back, if they do, it must be at their own insistence, based on their own revelation.<\/p>\n

You talk about your new plans<\/em>
\n To move on up the stairway<\/em>
\n You dream about the high life<\/em>
\n That’s waiting for you there<\/em>
\n A world of fame and fortune<\/em>
\n That’s just around the corner<\/em><\/p>\n

The irony is that’s my life, not hers. But it took me a decade and a ton of psychotherapy to believe in myself, to not believe I was inferior and lived in her absent shadow.<\/p>\n

But I don’t need no high life<\/em>
\n To make me feel like a real man<\/em>
\n And I don’t need to reach for<\/em>
\n No castles in the sky<\/em>
\n Just put your arms around me<\/em>
\n Devour me<\/em><\/p>\n

That’s what we really want. Not fame or fortune, just a significant other who wants to ride shotgun on the endless highway of life.<\/p>\n

“The Long Goodbye”<\/strong><\/p>\n

I know they say if you love somebody<\/em>
\n You should set them free (so they say)<\/em>
\n But it sure is hard to do<\/em>
\n Yeah, it sure is hard to do<\/em><\/p>\n

Easy for Sting. Easy to say.
\nBut so hard to do.<\/p>\n

And I know they say if they don’t come back again<\/em>
\n Then it’s meant to be (so they say)<\/em>
\n But those words don’t pull me through<\/em>
\n Cos I’m still in love with you<\/em><\/p>\n

That’s what they don’t tell you in books. That’s what’s not represented in the media. The stars jump from bed to bed, but the truth is we’re just animals, desirous of bonding and categorically unable to forget. What do they say, sleep with someone once and it creates an indelible bond, it changes everything forever?<\/p>\n

I believe that.<\/p>\n

But when you go on to have a relationship…<\/p>\n

After it ends, you don’t forget them, unlike a mediocre meal they stay in your brain, you can’t eradicate them from your memory.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I ask my heart did we really<\/em>
\n Give our love a chance (just one more chance)<\/em>
\n But I know without a doubt<\/em>
\n That we turned it inside out<\/em><\/p>\n

Sometimes you’ve got to call it quits.<\/p>\n

But that’s easier said than done.<\/p>\n

And if we walked away<\/em>
\n It would make more sense (only self defense)<\/em>
\n But it tears me up inside<\/em>
\n Just to think we still could try<\/em>
\n How long must we keep riding on a carousel<\/em>
\n Goin round and round and never getting anywhere?<\/em><\/p>\n

Our eyes roll at our friends who can’t give it up.<\/p>\n

But even worse is those who don’t even try.<\/p>\n

Here’s my one piece of relationship advice. If you want to become entangled, find someone who understands commitment. Whether you stand in front of clergy or not. You want someone who’ll hang in there through the good and bad, who’ll stay connected through the rough times as well as the easy ones. Because being apart is usually so much worse than being together.<\/p>\n

This is the long goodbye<\/em>
\n Somebody tell me why<\/em>
\n Two lovers in love can’t make it<\/em>
\n Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart<\/em>
\n No matter how hard we try<\/em>
\n You’re gonna make me cry<\/em>
\n Come on, baby, it’s over… Let’s face it<\/em>
\n All that’s happening here is a long goodbye<\/em><\/p>\n

Yes, sometimes it truly is over. The pain exceeds the pleasure. You just can’t go through it again. All the drunken adventures are eclipsed by the hangover. But that doesn’t make it any less painful.<\/p>\n

And I’ve included two takes of “The Long Goodbye,” the more produced one and the more naked one. And isn’t it funny the less you’ve got on a track the more honest it becomes.<\/p>\n

And Brooks & Dunn had a hit with “The Long Goodbye,” no one could miss with such a great song, and that’s been Paul Brady’s bread and butter for decades.<\/p>\n

But you should know the source.<\/p>\n

Rhinofy-Paul Brady<\/a><\/p>\n

Previous Rhinofy playlists<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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