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A rerecording of a song I recorded in London in 1998 with the original lyrics put back.
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Lyrics
Her eyes are the colour of this city I love
As I walk down Church Street, the sun' coming up
One more morning, I crawl in my bed
She's not beside me but she's in my head
First thing on waking I remember her kiss
Not cold but I'm shaking, I ball up my fists
Roll over and freeze in the place where she lay
And the light through the window says it's another grey day
She salts my wounds
She holds me down
She blurs my tunes
She shuts my mouth
London smiles on me
She gives me things I think I need
London smiles for me
Another day, another dream
Dreaming of her
From too little sleep I finally wake up
My flat mate makes coffee and he uses my cup
Hot black and bitter like the sting of the night
A cheap cigareete and everything is all right
Her skin is the colour of the warm moon at night
Her touch is too tender to ever be right
Her voice is like raindrops that melt on my skin
Where does this end? Where'd the hell it begin?
She floods my eyes
She burns my soul
She breaks my lies
She weights my stone
As I walk down Church Street, the sun' coming up
One more morning, I crawl in my bed
She's not beside me but she's in my head
First thing on waking I remember her kiss
Not cold but I'm shaking, I ball up my fists
Roll over and freeze in the place where she lay
And the light through the window says it's another grey day
She salts my wounds
She holds me down
She blurs my tunes
She shuts my mouth
London smiles on me
She gives me things I think I need
London smiles for me
Another day, another dream
Dreaming of her
From too little sleep I finally wake up
My flat mate makes coffee and he uses my cup
Hot black and bitter like the sting of the night
A cheap cigareete and everything is all right
Her skin is the colour of the warm moon at night
Her touch is too tender to ever be right
Her voice is like raindrops that melt on my skin
Where does this end? Where'd the hell it begin?
She floods my eyes
She burns my soul
She breaks my lies
She weights my stone
ledebutant
...that this song seems to be getting overlooked, it's really well done and the "London smiles at me" portion of the chorus has been bopping around in my head all weekend.
I'd love to sing on something else of yours some time, but I take back what I said about the harmonies in my comments on the earlier version. This is finished, IMHO and adding a female voice singing harmony would conflict with the lyrics, I think. Plus, I can hear your "background singers" more clearly in this version.
There are lots of really nice touches in the background instrumention of this song, guitars moving in and out, bits of piano sprinkled here and there. I also love the bass line.
I do like this version of the lyrics, better overall. I really liked the way you sounded in the original on the phrase "semi-closed fist," but I can't see where you could work it back in here.
Very, very cool Ross.