This was my one and only attempt at songwriting. I found this while packing yesterday. It was written about 4 years ago.
Come Over
It's Tuesday at midnight
and all the sounds that I hear
fall like empty raindrops, baby
and it hurts my ear
So I shift in the darkness
to see where you used to be
and I ache for noises, baby
I yearn for thee
Why don't you come over?
and spend the night with me
Why don't you come over, baby
we could set this silence free
(and we could set this silence free)
I soak up the nightime
of quietness in bed
and the hush of your green eyes, baby
echoes through my head
the thought of your body
slowly floods my dreams
and i'm drowning without you, baby
and I want to scream
Why don't you come over?
and spend the night with me
Why don't you come over, baby
we could set this silence free
(and we could set this silence free)
1 comment:
ian moore rocks. my friend Mike was so grateful I took him to Schuba's with me. Ian is best appreciated in a live format (as most musicians should be)
did he play The Knitting Factory?
I saw a band, Nolan, play last night at Subterranean in Wicker Park. They were pretty good! It makes me nervous seeing friends' bands, cause if they aren't good what are you supposed to say. But these guys were good and i had a lot of fun hearing their music.
my friend Ray is burning me some live cds of The Kinks. And I recently saw a doc. on PBS called "Crossing the Atlantic". It was all about The Kinks and The Animals. It was awesome.
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