May 14, 2018
Last week, I made a statement about what hearing old rock music from my teen years did to me.
I heard another one today. I always thought it was really, really shallow. But, thinking about it, I may have decided it was genius.
“ADAM! WHY ARE YOU HIDING?”
Eve gripped his arm and hand in fear.
“Stay down,” said Adam, “We can’t let Him see us like this.”
“I said, why are you hiding?”
“ I was afraid, because I was naked.”
“Who told you you were naked?”
They both were hanging their heads, not looking up, focused intently on the dirt in front of them.
“Did you eat from the tree I told you not to eat from?”
“Well…the woman you gave me…”
Eve jerked her hand away. Adam could see her glaring at him out of the corner of his eye.
She kept glaring at Adam. “It was the serpent…”
“Eve, where are you? Wait!”
Adam was running after her, leaving the garden.
“How could you do that? You threw me under the bus!” she called back, over her shoulder.
“What? What are you saying? I don’t understand! What is a bus?”
“I don’t know. It’s just an expression! Just leave me alone.”
Adam watched her walk into a cave.
He walked, alone into the woods.
“Eve…Eve…are you in here?”
Adam was sobbing.
“I’m here. What?”
“ Back there…in the …in uh gadda…when we were…in uh gaddavida…”
“Adam! Pull yourself together. I can’t understand a word your saying! Take a breath and talk to me…like a man!”
Adam sat down…took a deep breath…and another…”Eve, you are bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh…you are mine…I am yours…”
“And, I wrote you a song.”
“I wrote you a song. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
“Okay. Sing my song. What’s that?”
“A zither. I made it to play music…for your song.”
And he started to sing…
“In the garden of eden, honey
Don’t you know that I’m lovin’ you
In the garden of eden, baby
Don’t you know that I’ll always be true
Oh, won’t you come with me
And take my hand
Oh, won’t you come with me
And walk this land
Please take my hand”
Then Adam put down his zither, picked up two limbs from the ground, and started beating out a rhythm…on trees, on rocks, on stumps…for a long time…a long, long time…
Then he picked up his zither, and sang the two verses again…
He looked at Eve, smiling kinda sheepishly.
“What was that?” She asked.
“No, the part in the middle.”
“Oh, that was the best part, the drum solo…” He saw her begin to frown… “I don’t mean the best part…the best part was the “lovin’ you” part…then the drum solo.”
She smiled, took his hand, looked into his eyes, and said, “I like it. Could I change one thing?”
Adam handed her the skin with the song on it.
She made the changes, handed it back.
“In a gadda da vida? No one will know what that means?”
“It’s my song. You wrote it for me. I’ll know. They’ll just have to figure it out.”
“I love you, Eve. You look real pretty in that leather dress.”
“Thank you, Adam. It’s a Designer original.”