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Written many moons ago on the verge of irreconcilable differences. Thought I'd prepare it for the reunion though it has never been up before. I used this song to try and incorporate some of the lessons learned here from listening to many great Macjammers and working with Neil, Bud, Feter, and RTCooper. I've taken a few chances based on some reading I've been doing. There is so much to learn and frankly the task of learning more about recording intimidates me. But, I think I've take some baby-steps here, and I can handle baby-steps. Thanks for coming by and please feel free to critique the mix.
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Lyrics
Sitting in the dark again
By the phone
I’m alone
Every time I can’t sleep I think about you
The fire crackles, the window shake
And the chimney
Sings
Grief-stricken songs for my tortured soul
And every sound I hear tonight
Sounds like something new
I can hear a train whistle blow
I can hear it rumblin’ through the open flue
I stare at that phone a little while longer
And debate
It seems we talk for so long
And we don’t say a thing
You always sound so glad to hear me
When I call, but
You don’t call me back
I guess I don’t know what that means
If there’s a way to tell you what I think
Well I haven’t got a clue
Sitting here by the telephone with
The ghost of our love singing through the open flue
I guess I’m saying Goodbye
Can’t seem to do it
Without crying
Sitting in the dark again by the phone
I’m a stone
Can’t seem to get my fingers to move
Frozen in year-old arguments
Nothing resolved
Nothing doing
Nothing to give me a reason to lift my hand
Somehow I thought you’d see it cut and dried
That’s not the way you read the cues
Now you break my heart one last time
And I swear I hear you taunting me through the open flue
Sitting in the dark again
By the phone
I’m alone
Every time I can’t sleep I think about you
The fire crackles, the window shake
And the chimney
Sings
Grief-stricken songs for my tortured soul
By the phone
I’m alone
Every time I can’t sleep I think about you
The fire crackles, the window shake
And the chimney
Sings
Grief-stricken songs for my tortured soul
And every sound I hear tonight
Sounds like something new
I can hear a train whistle blow
I can hear it rumblin’ through the open flue
I stare at that phone a little while longer
And debate
It seems we talk for so long
And we don’t say a thing
You always sound so glad to hear me
When I call, but
You don’t call me back
I guess I don’t know what that means
If there’s a way to tell you what I think
Well I haven’t got a clue
Sitting here by the telephone with
The ghost of our love singing through the open flue
I guess I’m saying Goodbye
Can’t seem to do it
Without crying
Sitting in the dark again by the phone
I’m a stone
Can’t seem to get my fingers to move
Frozen in year-old arguments
Nothing resolved
Nothing doing
Nothing to give me a reason to lift my hand
Somehow I thought you’d see it cut and dried
That’s not the way you read the cues
Now you break my heart one last time
And I swear I hear you taunting me through the open flue
Sitting in the dark again
By the phone
I’m alone
Every time I can’t sleep I think about you
The fire crackles, the window shake
And the chimney
Sings
Grief-stricken songs for my tortured soul
Feter
O my ...you got a real touch of the Band ...your singing just so deep
and authnetic ..the mandolin treat is magic ...ye this is typical classic
mood here my friend ..what a sound ...I wish I can arrange my songs like
this ...thank you so very much for the gem !!!!