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No doubt our present world is hard on relationships. In almost every relationship both partners have to pursue different goals… different careers and such. Sometimes, we find ourselves inhabiting completely different worlds and those worlds pull us apart.

Some religious zombies point to things like our high divorce rate as signs of moral decline. I beg to differ. We are possibly more moral than ever. In our small and very provincial past, our families may have stuck together better but only because they were forced to. At the same time, people in the past were often violently racist, had little to no regard for nature or the lives of anyone outside their group.

Sometimes, true love compels you to set each other free. I love all those I have set free or let me go. I want what is best for them and sometimes that is not being stuck with me (probably not ever…).

I lived in a small house along the tracks in Tempe Arizona. When the train came by we heard the voice of a kindly old woman singing in the kitchen. We should take care to listen to the voices of the past so as not to repeat their tragedies but we are also compelled to inhabit our times. Both for better and for worse.

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Ghosts

In my arms you lay
And we both dream of the road
We’d never guess how far we’d go.

In the traffic and the noise
We watch the lights fade
In the faces we’ve come to know

If I ever thought to tell you truth
Would it reach the distance in your eyes?
What does it matter that I lied?
There’s a ghost here in our kitchen
She sings as the train passes by
I think I know why.

With a coffee and a smile
We set off to our own worlds
It seems coming back can be so hard.

The window is repaired
But I still find some broken glass
I see it shine out in the yard.

If I ever thought to tell you truth
Would it reach the distance in your eyes?
What does it matter that I lied?
There’s a ghost here in our kitchen
She sings as the train passes by
I think I know why.

In the madness and the haze
We get so carried away
We are blind. We are so blind.

If I ever find my way home
I’ll leave a trail of bread
For you to find. For you to find.

If I ever thought to tell you truth
Would it reach the distance in your eyes?
What does it matter that I lied?
There’s a ghost here in our kitchen
She sings as the train passes by
I think I know why.

In my arms you lay
And we both dream of the road
We’d never guess how far we’d go.

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from Ghosts, released January 19, 2013

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J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple) Salt Lake City, Utah

J. P. Whipple is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. He has spent a life drifting across the country singing old time roots, blues, and country.

He is a founding member of the psychedelic band Tycoon Machete: tycoonmachete.bandcamp.com ... more

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