Bad wood underneath the veneer
Thursday, November 10, 2005
  New song
New song. Matt got the ball rolling on this one and is responsible for about half the lyrics. I pretty much took it from there. It's kinda about being dead and gone and watching someone you loved. Like a ghost or something. The music is sort of old-timey. That's the best way I have to describe it. A little like "Po' Boy" by Bob Dylan.

"Samuel"

Skinny li'l gal
You're bundled up against the cold
And your lover draws near
For to rescue you and to hold

You wore your wedding dress
And you wore your ring at my funeral

Goddamn I feel like
dancing in the wind like a kite
But I also feel like laying
on the floor with you tonight

I keep planting all my roses in gravel
And naming all the books I'll never write
About you

I died on a Sunday afternoon
But I shoulda asked for your hand long ago
What was I thinking?

But you look so happy
hangin on his arm at his side
It's better this way
that our paths never did collide

So I'll float across empty lots
Keeping all of you that I caught
to myself
 
Comments:
It's about being a ghost more or less. But it's ambiguous. So I really don't know what to title it with that in mind.
 
Yeah. I'm not sure what to call it. That's my big problem now. There are a few lyrical placemarkers there too. And I want a bridge. Or maybe a solid chorus to tie it all together. Meh, anyway, I would say it's hard to compare us to anyone. I'm definitely not Wainwright. Maybe Buckley. Not weird enough to be Cohen.
 
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