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"Put Your Arms Around Me (Satellite Song)" | genre: Soft Rock | |
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Life isn't always (or ever) what you expect, but at least I can forget about that when I'm with you. | MP3.com CD: One Chance in a Million - buy it!
CD: One Chance in a Million
Label: Thorne Records
Credits: Howard - Lyrics / Brian - Music |
Story Behind the Song
Brian was playing a little blues'y riff for me me and I just heard a song in it. It reminded of when I was younger and I'd meet girls/women that always seemed so secure and to know exactly what they wanted out of life, whereas I was so insecure and had no clue as to where I was going in life. I felt like, 'if only this girl would love me, I'd be Okay.' At least for a little while...
And the part about my old boss is true, he really did used to yell at me two inches from my nose and spit would fly out all over me.
When we recorded the song, Brian and I kept screwing each other up by missing each others syncopation. I'd start on the down beat, he'd start on the upbeat. "Are we started up or down?" "Down" Right. Then he'd do it my way and I'd do it his way. Finally I just got to the point where i could could sing it the same way twice in a row, and that seem to solve the problem. Hey, the first line of each verse is tricky! Oh Yeah? Well you try it! Seroiusly, if you want to try, email me and I'll send you the chords. -HP
Lyrics
Satellites are flying through outer space
Still Can't backup into that damn parking space
That can't be my telephone bill
Oh God, I think I'm going to be ill
But the sky is blue
My love is true
Let your feelings free
Put your arms around me
My boss likes to yell two inches from my nose
If he could he'd beat me with a rubber hose
Saw an Ad in the paper for a better job
Too bad I look like such a pathetic slob
Chorus
When you stop and think it makes your headache hurt
In the end we're only made of dirt
But you don't know anything about these parts of me
And, believe me, I'll never let you see
Chorus X 2
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