Well, what do you get when you fall in Love?
Some will tell you that you’re opening the door to a whole world of trouble.
Oh, oh, you are wrapping chains that will bind you tight until you just can’t breathe anymore.
Look out! Danger ahead!
Pain and sorrow goes with the territory.
No doubt about it the hurting will be certain.
But, but, but … take a tip.
Take a tip.
Whatever you think and feel about it ; no matter how many times Love has let you down, you just won’t be able to live without it.
Won’t be able to live without it.
Oh, oh, and when Love is in bloom and your heart is singing aria after aria of Joy you’ll cradle mountains in the palm of your hand.
Rivers running slow and lazy.
Crickets talking back and forth in rhyme.
You won’t wonder why the world spins around.
You’ll know.
You’ll believe in magic.
You’ll know that no matter how deep the ocean is it’s not as deep as this feeling.
Love makes the world go around.
It always has.
It always will.
And, if you lose that love you’ll ache for it to return.
Ache for the heat of that touch.
The healing power of that touch.
And, in the midnight watches when the Moon looms in the dark sky you’ll hope and pray that somehow, somehow, that lost Love will be found again.
Found again.
Turning the late night radio dial you’ll search for a song you used to sing in whispers to each other and maybe, just maybe, far, far away, the lost one is listening too.
And, that song will be your midnight prayer.
Your midnight prayer.
Who knows what the power of prayer is?
Except those who really pray.
Pray with all their heart.
And, as the lost one, far, far away, sings to themselves maybe, just maybe, they’ll remember who they used to sing it with and realise how much they miss that singing, the heat of that touch.
And, maybe, just maybe, they’ll drive all the way home – tuned in again, listening to the border radio.
Maybe, just maybe, the boy asleep in the next room, who looks just like his Dad, will wake up and hear his voice – not metallically on the phone but in his very room.
Call up to hear that song one more time again.
One more time.
Border Radio
One more midnight, her man is still gone
The nights move too slow
She tries to remember the heat of his touch
While listening to the Border Radio
She calls toll-free and requests an old song
Something they used to know
She prays to herself that wherever he is
He’s listening to the Border Radio
This song comes from nineteen sixty-two
Dedicated to a man who’s gone
Fifty thousand watts out of Mexico
This is the Border Radio
This is the Border Radio
She thinks of her son, asleep in his room
And how her man won’t see him grow
She thinks of her life and she hopes for a change
While listening to the Border Radio
This song comes from nineteen sixty-two
Dedicated to a man who’s gone
Fifty thousand watts out of Mexico
This is the Border Radio
This is the Border Radio
They play her tune but she can’t concentrate
She wonders why he had to go
One more midnight and her man is still gone
She’s listening to the Border Radio
This song comes from nineteen sixty-two
Dedicated to a man who’s gone
Fifty thousand watts out of Mexico
This is the Border Radio
This is the Border Radio
Border Radio first appeared on a 1982 CD from The Blasters which included Dave and brother Phil among its members.
That version is modern day Rockabilly and has the punch of the old Sun studio sound. I think Dave knew that the emotional core of the song – it’s sense of longing and loss and desperate hope had got somewhat lost in that production.
By the time of his solo record from 1987, ‘Romeo’s Escape’ he had figured out that the song needed to be performed slower and with more emotional intensity for it to fully bloom in the listeners imagination.
So, this version drips with emotional humidity.
There’s a palatable ache in Dave’s vocal and a tender tremor to Greg Leisz’s guitar and Katy Moffatt’s backup singing.
The song is now a country ballad – but a country ballad infused with southern soul stylings.
Like that song from 1962 Border Radio lingers in the mind echoing on and on as it encounters and colours the particular incidents and memories it evokes in each listeners own life.
Which is to say that Border Radio is a Keeper!
Dave Alvin is well aware of its merits and that its one of those songs whose power only grows over the years.
That’s why you can’t imagine a Dave Alvin concert without Border Radio.
And, it’s one of those songs that other songwriters, hard schooled in the craft, instantly recognise as a classic.
Here’s a live take on the song featuring David Hidalgo from Los Lobos and accordion maestro Flaco Jimenez that crosses back and forth across that borderline and rocks out too!
Why do we let time stand still and live in memory of the lonesome times?
Why not, by an act of will, stop this troublesome loving?
Useless to say.
Because, while you’re alive you’re in search of love.
Might as well ask the waves to cease surging to the shore.
Such folly!
Yes, but divine folly.
If you won’t risk being a Fool you’ll never find Love.
Oh, you’re crazy for crying and crazy for trying but it’s all worth it for Love, Love, Love, Crazy Love.
It often doesn’t travel on the broad highway.
No, true love often travels on a gravel road.
You can’t start it like a car – you can’t stop it with a gun.
And, in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
One more midnight, one more prayer, one more turn around the floor with the Border Radio playing that song from 1962.
One step for aching and two steps for breaking.
I can’t stop loving you.
Those happy hours that we once knew.
Those happy hours.
She calls toll free and requests an old song.
She prays to herself that wherever he is he’s listening to the Border Radio.
The Border Radio.
The Immortal Jukebox 