flames and the tin foil
My most favorite song by my love, Perry Rhodes is now out on Spotify. I’ve been listening to him sing Flames and the Tin Foil in the warm light of the morning of our living room, on squeaky hotel beds in towns I can’t remember, and through the floor boards of our old house, coming up from his studio in the basement to flow through me like prayers.
It’s about us and the endless love he’s poured onto my spirit that’s been broken time and time again, about being there for the ones you love through their struggles and their fights, about heading into the darkest parts of life but coming out still shining, and loving someone where they are, not where you wished they’d be.
It’s about the great love I’ve lived and continue to have for Mom, no matter how dark or how broken things can get. The last line so perfectly describes how I love and how I’ve always loved through the chaos of the life I’ve lived—through the handcuffs and police lights, the prison sentences and bullet proof glass, the crack pipe on Christmas morning and the cops at the door.
“I don’t care where you came from, those wrong things you did. You’re the kind I’d die with and be glad I did.”
Mom, come as you are. I’ll be there for you ’til it all goes black, and even after that.
Perry, come as you are. I’ll never stop loving you, from the days when all we had to give was the dreams in our head, to now, to the edge of everything.
Come as you are, my heart.
Love as you are.