There is only love. ("Everything that ever was." 15th Anniversary Edition, 2005/2020) / TIM BRICKLEY AND THE BLEEDING HEARTS

"Long-running Indianapolis musician Tim Brickley worked on 'Everything' until he got it right. Opening track 'Reckless With Love' explodes as a modern descendant of Bruce Springsteen's 'Rosalita' and Tom Petty's 'American Girl', so that track can keep a listener occupied a long time before he or she moves on to the rest of the album. What follows is both cosmic and grounded, alternately poignant ('We Were High') and quite funny ('Without You I'm Just Screwed'). In terms of "heartland" rock, no Hoosier made it better than this in 2005." DAVID LINDQUIST, INDIANAPOLIS STAR, 2.2.2006.

 

 

THERE IS ONLY LOVE

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

 

I remember back when you were a kid, and I was too.

I remember staring into your eyes and seeing everything that ever was.

I remember us holding each other so sweetly and

I remember how it all got lost so completely.

I guess I've always been afraid of losing love, so I would never fall.

What's the use of getting close when time erases all?

But now I see time is gonna march over us all anyway and

the only thing you have to make the trip worthwhile

is the memories of love you gather on the way.

 

    All the 900 numbers you can sell and buy.

    All those damaged days and you just don't know why.

    All those silent nights when you were too cold to cry

    come back to haunt you, to taunt you,

    come back to teach you, to show you

    there is only love.

 

Lonnie got married the other day, I stood up for him.

Even now, it fills my heart with what must be joy

to see what love’s done for them.

All those nights of bitterness and of pain

we laid down in rhyme,

it all was real, it all was true,

but now there's just so much love to get to now

and such little time.

When they pull that sheet up over your face,

call the papers and clean out your place,

you know there ain't much left,

except the people you were loving and the lives you were a part of

in this beautifully fragile human race.

 

    All the 900 numbers you can sell and buy.

    All those damaged days and you just don't know why.

    All those silent nights when you were too cold to cry

    come back to haunt you, to taunt you,

    come back to teach you, to show you

    there is only love.

 

                                                                                           Copyright 1999, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.