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Hungry For Your Love

"There’s just the truth now ..."


A seemingly slight song that turns into something quite different due to the subtle details in the lyrics and Van’s open hearted delivery.  Separated from his lover and missing her, they are connected by more than the phone line, she has become part of him and everything they have gone through has stripped away pretences to leave only truth.  

Each small verse has a final line that takes the simplicity of the preceding three lines and adds depth to the entire structure. Van allows space into the song as tension and release when he pauses for additional bars, before the second chorus of “I’ve got such a lot of love” hits, with increased potency.  Despite the tenderness on display there is a vivid undercurrent of carnality.  We finish with Van hitting on an idiosyncratic detail, the wonderful exclamation of “I love you in buckskin!” The repetition of “I love you, I love you I love you,” to the point where the words become redundant leaving only the emotion. The final line is sung with a resigned acknowledgement that he will have to endure the separation and situation for a while longer yet.


I'm hungry for your love
I'm hungry for your love
I'm hungry for your love
But I can wait now

I'm on the telephone
And I am all alone
I'm on the telephone
And we're connected

I got such a lot of love
I want to give it to you
I got such a lot of love
I want to give it to you
I got such a lot of love
I want to give it to you

And though we're far apart
You are here in my heart
And though we're far apart
You're part of me now

And after all the years
And after all the tears
And after all the tears
There's just the truth now

I got such a lot of love
I want to give it to you
I got such a lot of love
I want to give it to you
I got such a lot of love
I want to give it to you

Well, I'm hungry for your love
Hungry for your love
Well, I'm hungry, yeah,
Well I'm hungry for your love now

 I love you in buckskin, yeah yeah
I love you in buckskin, yeah yeah
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you
I love you now

I'm hungry for your love

An interview where Glen Hansard describes an extraordinary meeting with Van and references Hungry For Your Love


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