Air Supply - Making Love Out of Nothing at All - Arista (45RPM) (7 Inch)(RC322)

About the Song 

Ah, soft rock wouldn’t be the same without Air Supply’s “Making Love Out of Nothing At All.” Released in 1983, this quintessential ballad became an instant classic, topping charts worldwide and solidifying Air Supply’s place in pop music history. But what exactly makes this song so enduring?

“Making Love Out of Nothing At All” is more than just a love song. It’s a testament to the power of connection, the ability to forge intimacy even in the face of uncertainty. The lyrics, penned by Jim Steinman, explore a complex web of emotions. The singer acknowledges his flaws and vulnerabilities – he knows how to “fake it” and “scheme,” but he also knows “just where to touch you.” This vulnerability creates a sense of authenticity that resonates with listeners.

The song’s melody, a perfect blend of soft rock and pop sensibilities, complements the lyrics beautifully. The gentle piano intro sets the mood, and Russell Hitchcock’s soaring vocals take center stage, conveying both passion and tenderness. The arrangement, with its subtle strings and driving percussion, builds to a powerful climax before returning to a sense of quiet intimacy.

“Making Love Out of Nothing At All” isn’t without its complexities. The line “I’m never gonna tell you everything I’ve got to tell you” adds a touch of ambiguity, leaving listeners to ponder the nature of the relationship and the unspoken truths between the lovers. However, this ambiguity also contributes to the song’s enduring appeal. It allows listeners to project their own experiences and emotions onto the narrative, making it a deeply personal experience.

The enduring popularity of “Making Love Out of Nothing At All” is a testament to its ability to capture the essence of love and connection. It’s a song that reminds us of the beauty and fragility of human relationships, the power of vulnerability, and the magic that can be created when two souls come together.Air Supply - Album by Air Supply | Spotify

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Lyrics: Making Love Out of Nothing At All

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lieI know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dreamAnd I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose

And I know the night is fading
And I know the time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and then I know how to break ’em
And I always know the name of the game

But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall
And I don’t know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all

(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are all
Streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight

The beating of my heart is a drum and it’s lost
And it’s looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright

I’ve gotta follow it cause everything I know
Well it’s nothing till I give it to you

I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock

I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone

But I’m never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl
And I’m never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all

(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love) Out of nothing at all
(Making love, love)

Out of nothing at all (Making love)
Out of nothing at all (Making love)
Out of nothing at all (Making love, love)

Out of nothing at all (Making love)
Out of nothing at all (Making love)
Out of nothing at all (Making love, love, love)

 

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