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letra de team love - gavin castleton

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maybe it’s semantics
but i don’t believe in love
as a noun

i think it’s only a verb
’cause i know i can’t run out of it
i know i can’t hold onto it
but i can own the conduits and make sure they work

well, well, well
well, sometimes they do
and sometimes they don’t
and sometimes you have to fix the common goal

i’m just a bit addicted to the tops (?) and tales of lovin’
it starts just like a sudden rain on fields of faith and brittle crop
and ends just like a housing market crash when delusions finally stop

(sigh)

i love those twin peaks
that help suspend that thin bridge
which stands across the most impossible love

but everything between
i seem to struggle with
when everything is calm, i feel inadequate
i get p-ssive, love is never p-ssive

la-la, la-la, i never really learned to love effectively
i only seem to love in ways i want to be

i don’t aim right
love, it should be precise

if love was just a noun
i could run up a tab lying down
coasting on the fallacy of constant love

but, in reality, i think we love in fists and stars (?)
and everything between is just a promised heart, hey!

i know it’s not romantic, but sometimes i think we never truly love another being, so much as a sensation of loving
perhaps the height of happiness is nothing more miraculous than optimized giving and receiving in perfect rhythm

and it’s hard to find
it’s so hard to find
it’s hard to find someone with rhythm like mine

if i wanna be a great man
(if i wanna be a great man)
forever working
(forever working)

fixing up my inputs
and my outputs
i could learn to love and be loved
from every direction

i would never be lonely
(if i could do that)
i would be so patient
(if i could do that)
i would never withhold loving
(if i could do that)

i would never concern myself with reciprocation
i’d never let someone be a bottleneck of my love
i’d learn to feed the world, and, by the world, be fed

if i could fix the st-tching of our broken language
i could be sewn into the swarm (?)
i’ve been hanging by a thread

we have one word
for so many different relations
from child-love to inanimate objects

well, is this because
we don’t value love?

or because we know it’s a concept so simple and binary
it’s easy to confuse it with the memory or the promise of
impossible love?

- gavin castleton

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