Fishhook Blues

Met an old man by the river today,
I said "Tell me the secrets of love".
Says he,

"Love ain't no storybook, child,
anyone trying to sell that just want yo signachurrrrrre.
Lovin's nothin but a rusty ugly fishhook,
Caught deep deep down in the jelly of yo belly.
Ain't no such thing as a clean catch or escape, fuh dat matter.
Either way, it's rippin' tearin', cuttin'.
Keepin holes open that aim to be shuttin'.
Can't escape no fishhook lovin cause when you hooked,
There's a line to follow. And it ain't until you fight it,
that you learn it's hooks all the way down.
SO we let it sit, and so we let it rip.
For ever' time we turn away from it, it brings us rightly back.
The smallest notion of forgettin, and the deeper it burns.
Once you been hooked, the whole world gon' see your scars
Shinin' in the water, this lovey dovey haze of Blue.
How else do the world see our innards?
Only love, child. Only love.
It takes guts to love, child.
The world knows it, cause we show 'em ever' day.
It brings us closer together, but ain't no disguise.
Lovin's nuttin' but a fishook, as the world sighs."




Met an old many by the river today
Talkin' bout the Fishhook Blues.