Julie Christensen: Music

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When I lived in Silver Lake, I used to like to escape L.A. when I had no appointments by driving up the Angeles Crest Highway. Day would become evening and the drive made me forget how trapped I felt in the city. I wrote a poem about it in the eighties, and when a fella I liked to "park" with got a late fifties- vintage pickup one day, I thought a little strong about parking with him again, I guess! It became a song instead of a relationship, if ya get my drift. I finished the song and thought whew, sexy. But hey, WHO'S DRIVING? And, of course metaphysically...Love is ALWAYS driving!

LOVE IS DRIVING
(1991 Julie Christensen)

In the bed of your old pickup
It smells like rain in the mountains
Draw the clouds on my eyes
Kiss me, quick
Paint my face like the evening skies
Take me down and follow me up high

In the bed of your old pickup
Closer to the stars in the mountains
I'll hum the blues in your ears
Kiss me, quick
We'll take the road slow 'til we're in the clear
We're gonna ride and love is gonna steer
In the bed of your old pickup.

I'll be riding up the mountain with my hair flying
Hold my hand up in the air to feel the wind
Turn down your radio and sing to me of the road
And the road can be the rhythm
And the road will be the rhythm
And the road will be the rhythm

In the bed of your old pickup
It's late at night in the mountains
Oh, lay down with me.
Take a moon bath and feel like falling
I do not hear the city calling
In the bed of your old pickup

Love is driving.