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Whatever It Takes - Ron Pope



     
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We've all been hurt by love, it's out of our hands
For all it's worth, I'm drawing a line that's in the sand
Another morning just won't do
I need your love to shine on through or it won't be new
Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it
Whatever it takes my love
To put the lonely days behind us, I'm laying it down
Whatever it takes, my love
If there's a chance for two hearts to celebrate
To blow out some candles and tempt the hands of fate
You make a wish, I'll make one too
Close your eyes, love, when you do, or it won't come true
Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it
Whatever it takes my love
To put the lonely days behind us, I'm laying it down
Whatever it takes, my love
'Cause I've been wandering 'round with the same old blues
(Same old blues)

That have been dragging me down
If you feel the same way too, maybe it just takes two
And if we give thanks for our love at each new dawn
We'll find the strength and the will to carry on
The sun alone will never do
Without your love to shine on through it just won't be new
Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it
Whatever it takes, my love
To put the lonely days behind us, I'm laying it down
Whatever it takes, my love
(Whatever it takes)
Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it
Whatever it takes, my love
To put the lonely days behind us, I'm laying it down
Whatever it takes, my love, my love, my love
(Whatever it takes, ooh)
Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it
Whatever it takes, my love
To put the lonely days behind us, I'm laying it down
(I'm laying it down)
Whatever it takes, my love
(Whatever it takes, my love)

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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