bring me a pie of love

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bring me a pie of love

I guess I was eight years old when the song first came out. It was a top 40 hit and on the radio all the time in 1986.  It was catchy, and I kind of liked it, but whoever that guy was, he was no Pat Benatar.

I heard an acoustic cover on Sunday while lying in savasana. My yoga teacher doesn’t usually play music, but you know, the holidays. So while we were all prone on the floor recuperating from led primary series, a plaintive voice pleaded:

“Bring me a pie of love.”

The song is actually Bring Me a Higher Love, by Steve Winwood, but to this day, I can’t even hear the real lyrics. My malformed memories are that strong.

Bring me a pie of love. It’s that pie of love I’ve been dreaming of. **

pie-of-love

Without it, life is wasted time.

It has only been in the past few years that I’ve even liked pie at all. My friend made an amazing one for the dessert table at our wedding. This past spring, we had apple-rhubarb-blackberry pie in Julian, CA, at one of the many places labeled “best pie in town!” … made with apples grown in my home state of Washington. (Maybe that’s ironic, but I really don’t know how to use that word thanks to Alanis Morrisette.*)

After camping in the desert, we had pie again for breakfast on our drive back through. Turns out I’m not anti-pie after all. But not just any pie will do. Most of the commercially made crap relies on dumping more sugar in something. But sweet is just one flavor. Good pie is balanced. Sweet and tart. Maybe even baked with love.

only pie

Bring me a pie of love.

I don’t always cling so strongly to my lyrical mistakes. For awhile I thought the words to CCR’s “Bad Moon on the Rise” were “there’s a bathroom on the right.” Embarrassing, but easy enough to relearn.

But maybe I’m just kidding myself. There are many tracks in my head that I’ve got all wrong, and unless something calls attention to it, they play on uninterrupted for years. After all, how often do I sing out loud and get caught in my mistake? Almost never.

Plus, I’m stubborn. Even when I find out the correct lyrics, I’ll sometimes decide mine are better. A few months ago, driven by nostalgia, I played Collective Soul’s “Shine.” It was big when I was about 16. Whoa-oh-ah-oh, love and let your light shine ’round. Whoa-oh-ah-oh, love and let your light shine ’round.

Nope, wrong again. Watching the long-haired lead singer rock on YouTube, it finally became clear to me that he was singing “Heaven let your light shine down.”

To which I say – fuck it. Don’t wait for heaven to shine down, or for a higher love to be brought to you on a silver platter. Eat some pie and sing out loud and love and let your own light shine ’round. It is almost 2016! Year of the Monkey waits for no man. Happy new year!


*Fun fact: auto-correct wants to change “Morrisette” to “terrorist.” And yet we pretend computers are neutral and unfeeling.


**This seals it. I need a ukulele. Magic is what happens when you replace “higher love” with “pie of love.”

Think about it, there must be pie of love

Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above

Without it, life is wasted time

Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what is fair?

We walk blind and we try to see

Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a pie of love

Bring me a pie of love, oh

Bring me a pie of love

Where’s that pie of love, I keep thinking of?

Worlds are turning and we’re just hanging on

Facing our fear and standing out there alone

A yearning, and it’s real to me

There must be someone who’s feeling for me

Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what is fair?

We walk blind and we try to see

Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a pie of love

Bring me a pie of love, oh

Bring me a pie of love

Where’s that pie of love, I keep thinking of?

Bring me a pie of love

Bring me a pie of love, oh

Bring me a pie of love

I could rise above on a pie of love

I will wait for it, I’m not too late for it

Until then, I’ll sing my song

To cheer the night along

I could light the night up with my soul on fire

I could make the sun shine from pure desire

Let me feel that love come over me

Let me feel how strong it could be

Bring me a pie of love

Bring me a pie of love, oh

Bring me a pie of love

Where’s that pie of love, I keep thinking of?

Bring me a pie of love

Bring me a pie of love, oh

Bring me a pie of love


pie in Julian

While the connection may appear tenuous, this post actually does relate to my jewelry. Most days, as in this picture with the pie, I wear my ‘om namah shivaya’ (which means ‘honor the light within’) necklace along with my ‘fuck it’ necklace. Take that, Collective Soul.

1 Comment

  1. Christine
    January 4, 2016

    Ha! Love this! Happy New Year. oxxo

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