From the recording Revolution Hymns

No one ever wants to hear, “Sir, the test was positive.” Trying to put myself in a place of empathy for a friend who discovered he had contracted HIV, I couldn’t think of anything except for crashing, and falling into pieces. I am also always fascinated by those brief moments that change everything without our even knowing it until later. If you could just capture that hour and erase it from the record books…the branches our pathways take as we go along always leave me wondering, “If only…”
There are so many terrible things we do to one another. Lying about one’s status is one of them. I’ve talked about this before in “Strangers Who Double as Lovers” but that was a little more detached and observational than this. This is trying to climb inside someone whose life has been forever changed by three letters. It’s one of those things that, sadly, has begun to be used to define people and create an Other of sorts.
 “Them.” “He is Positive.” I prefer “he is a person” to “he is positive.”
There is no “they” only “we.” And we are all in this together.

Lyrics

hot date on a saturday,go homeif you’ve had enoughI could have sounded the sirenI fell into pieces and thenI fell for the latest trickgo home “6, 7” and you pick up sticksI can play the victim so well butI fell into pieces and then did you hear that? you could have had all this and morewhat does it mean if the red light comes onand I fell into pieces again hot date in a pickup truck,don’t shoot this is not a gunshe tried hard to deny itshe fell into pieces and thenhe fell when her baby kickedstand back while he gets it fixedhe should have pulled out before she vibratedThey fell into pieces and then What are the odds thatdebris from the fall outwould make an impression?Everybody needs a secretthat will keep them warm.That’s all. hot date on a saturday,go homeif you’ve had enoughjust be sure to pack some signs to show the way. But did you hear that? Did you hear that…Did you hear him the way that he said,“Good night, my friend.”It’s almost as if he understood the Law of Pity.What are the odds thatdebris from the fall outwould make an impression?Everybody needs a secretthat will keep them warm.That’s all.