Rally, Love (A Kind of Friendship)
If I can’t figure out how to fold that last question back into my mouth
How will I swallow the truth?
If you can’t shape the answer into something half-resembling the way you once felt
Then I guess we’re really doomed
This skeptic heart’s still learning to trust
That love is a kind of friendship
Earning is giving it up
Rally your love for me
I’ll rally my love for you
Do you remember me? Still whom you’ve loved, or tell me:
Have I not become who you wanted me to be?
We chose not from chase of fear this path we blazed, together, to here
Yet it found us, just the same, without even ourselves to blame
The stoic art is learning to let go
That happiness begins within and without oneself (Ha!)
Rally your love well
Ready to let go
I need to believe that it wasn’t all imagined
Wasn’t all invented
Teach me the difference between a delusion and a challenge
How will I trust again?
When will I learn the lesson? Does it even exist?
If love is a kind of friendship, how does it come to this?
In selective memory and historical revisions
Write me out of your emotions (Kill the pain)
I cannot do the same
Help me reclaim my future without burning the past
Haven’t we made of ours one that deserves to last?
If love is a kind of friendship, why do I have to ask?
If I can’t figure out how to fold all these questions back into my mouth
Then I guess I’m really doomed
The originating idea of "Rally, Love" comes from a personal reflection on romantic love as a kind of friendship—one without possessiveness or expectation, with the will to love another through wavering doubts, unconditionally. The song, however, puts the concept in a new context: the moment of yet another relationship’s collapse, the crushing helplessness at the outcome after feeling all was done right, and searching in vain for a lesson—some way to hold onto one’s capacity to trust and preserve the value of the friendship itself.
Very much the turning point in the record (The future isn't what it used to be.), "Rally, Love" brings back the stumbling five-count meter of "Simple," but this time pairs it with a minor key, dissonant string sirens, and thunderclaps of violent percussion to convey the nightmarish storm of emotion as one’s personal world rapidly disintegrates.
Music & Lyrics by Tyler Jameson Newton
Performed & Recorded by Tye Newton
Produced & Mixed by Tye Newton
Consultation & Mastering by Justin Newton
Art direction by Tye Newton
Cover art design by Tye Newton
Photography by Tye Newton
Rally, Love (A Kind of Friendship)
Rally, Love
If I can’t figure out how to fold that last question back into my mouth
How will I swallow the truth?
If you can’t shape the answer into something half-resembling the way you once felt
Then I guess we’re really doomed
This skeptic heart’s still learning to trust
That love is a kind of friendship
Earning is giving it up
Rally your love for me
I’ll rally my love for you
Do you remember me? Still whom you’ve loved, or tell me:
Have I not become who you wanted me to be?
We chose not from chase of fear this path we blazed, together, to here
Yet it found us, just the same, without even ourselves to blame
The stoic art is learning to let go
That happiness begins within and without oneself (Ha!)
Rally your love well
Ready to let go
I need to believe that it wasn’t all imagined
Wasn’t all invented
Teach me the difference between a delusion and a challenge
How will I trust again?
When will I learn the lesson? Does it even exist?
If love is a kind of friendship, how does it come to this?
In selective memory and historical revisions
Write me out of your emotions (Kill the pain)
I cannot do the same
Help me reclaim my future without burning the past
Haven’t we made of ours one that deserves to last?
If love is a kind of friendship, why do I have to ask?
If I can’t figure out how to fold all these questions back into my mouth
Then I guess I’m really doomed
Music & Lyrics by Tyler Jameson Newton
Performed & Recorded by Tye Newton
Produced & Mixed by Tye Newton
Consultation & Mastering by Justin Newton
Art direction by Tye Newton
Cover art design by Tye Newton
Photography by Tye Newton
Lovelorn Lullaby
This is home, warmth, love, happiness
Time, gratitude
It’s my home with you
And I see you when I look around
In every inch of my life
I see the way I’ve felt with you
Glowing in this light
I can see, hear, feel us laughing and
Loving, singing, planning, dancing
It’s a dream
Falling asleep here with you missing
In our empty apartment
Feels like giving up
I’m so tired but I’m not ready
I’m not ready
It was "no more nightmares
Sleep easier, now we're home"
"We’re really living the dream, aren’t we?"
And now it’s "goodbye sweet dreams"
Our foundation crumbles as I sleep
The nightmare is awake, not me
Not me
Here is our home, new again; bare walls, patient with potential
The gold hardwood floor still waiting for the shadow of our black faux leather sofa
The forsaken guest room door ajar, beyond the dark, unwanted television
The bright, open kitchen wishing for the soundtrack of Elbow and Damien
Rising through the stairway landing where we’ll integrate our friends’ art on display
The old brick and space left naked for the photographs we’ll take but never frame
The hollow of the walk-in closet where we’ll laugh at how even your jeans fit me
In the nook with the red Japanese chair, the deluge will lull us both to sleep
The skylight in the vacant corner of the loft will cast our bed like a cathedral
Where I will sneak snapshots of you dreaming blissfully in that summer sun cascade
Nearby, the gas stove—sitting cold—will drive the winter from our bones
Beside the gap for the piano and the strings we’ll tune to summon the spring
And we will choose our favorite sad songs, substituting words to make them happy
Recorded evidence of our love, compellingly performed but incomplete
And we will learn to synchronize our walk and let the music move us in time
And I will try to lead you, hand in hand, cheek to cheek, your chest pressed to mine
We’ll embrace until the dance is over, then we will leave no trace of it behind
Only the bats in the ceiling will remember that vinyl record skipping in my mind
But I’ve already carved the shape of you into the songs and rhythms of my life
It’s too late to separate the future from the dream
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