Ik ontdekte de Amerikaanse singer/songwriter David Wilcox omdat hij werd vergeleken met James Taylor. In Los Angeles kocht ik een aantal van zijn albums en sindsdien heb ik hem in mijn hart gesloten. Hij speelt fantastisch gitaar en zijn teksten zijn buitengewoon diepzinnig en raak. Luister maar eens naar Language Of The Heart, één van mijn favoriete nummers van hem. Het komt van zijn tweede album How Did You Find Me Here uit 1989.

Typerend voor de persoonlijkheid en muziek van Wilcox is deze uitspraak van hem, “Music is about all the different kinds of feelings we can have — we can be scared, we can be angry, we can be hopeful, we can be sad. We can be all these things and have company in it. Music is sacred ground and it shouldn’t be reduced to that kind of simplified demographic target-marketing.”

Language Of The Heart
We made our warm bed out of blankets,
in the meadow way up high.
You took off your dress in the moonlight,
to sleep beneath the sky.
Your touch was a warm summer ocean.
Your kiss made the whole mountain fly.
And you looked deep with in me and smiled,
at the tears in my eyes.

Now you can say that you always were honest.
And your words were clear from the start.
But it’s more than just words that got spoken,
there was language of the heart.

I won’t keep on calling your number,
if you never have the time.
I don’t want to claim you or blame you,
but you’re always on my mind.
You had no idea I would love you.
It comes as a total surprise.
And you shake your head slowly and smile,
at the tears in my eyes

And you say that you always were honest.
And your words were clear from the start.
But it’s more than just words that got spoken,
there was language of the heart.

Your eyes like an ocean of clear sunlit green.
My eyes with the salt water,
washing me clean, again.

And just imagine you whispered a secret,
that could take away my blues.
And you let me believe it to please me,
though it just wasn’t true.
You just meant to share with me pleasure.
And your gifted at what you do.
But your speaking an unspoken language,
I thought that you knew.
It’s one that we all learn by heart,
and our hearts think its true.

But you can say that you always were honest,
and your words were clear from the start.
But it’s more than just words that got spoken,
there was language of the heart.
Language of the heart.