THE SONG: Hotel Yorba, The White Stripes
I was watchingTHE LOVE NOTE:
With one eye on the other side
I had fifteen people telling me to move
I got moving on my mind
I found shelter
In some thoughts turning wheels around
I said 39 times that I love you
To the beauty I had found
Well its 1 2 3 4
Take the elevator
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty little road leading up to the house
I wonder how long it will take till we're alone
Sitting on the front porch of that home
Stomping our feet on the wooden boards
Never gonna worry about locking the door
Well its 1 2 3 4
Take the elevator
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
You'll probably say I'm silly
Thinking childish thoughts like these
But I'm so tired of acting tough
And I'm gonna do as I please
Let's get married
In a big cathedral by a priest
Cuz if I'm the man you love the most
You can say "I do" at least
And its 4 5 6 7
Grab your umbrella
Grab hold of me
Cause I'm your favorite fella
All they got inside is vacancy
Hey Babe—
I love the musical versatility of The White Stripes. One of my fav songs (out of many) of theirs. This is just a fun rompin' courting song.
I'm glad we made it from gettin' hitched to settlin' in at home. I love just "stompin' our feet on the wooden boards" while relaxing and being home with you.
Love,
Your favorite fella.
THE GREAT RELATIONSHIP PRINCIPLE
Make room for love to move in. Love needs space. Too often we keep our hearts full of so much junk, baggage, goofy beliefs, relationship myths, masks, fears. "I'm tired of acting tough" is about being ready to let that go and move into love where there is "vacancy" or space. When we're ready to stop "posing/fronting" we can look forward to the subtle joy of connecting with someone now and into the future where we are just relaxing on the front porch. To do so, though, we need to first clear space within ourselves for love to move fully in.
