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A haunting ballad, featuring organ and fat guitar, about the loneliness of empty bedrooms and phones that don't ring anymore. |
CD: Reduction
Label: Smokehouse
Credits: Words and Music by Adam Phillips, Drew Phillips, Shawn Scott c2000HighwayBoundMusic/ASCAP Produced by Gary King and Kevin Gwin Recorded at Refraze Studio Dayton, Ohio |
Story Behind the Song
Adam:"I remember sitting on my bed on one of those gray Ohio mornings with an acoustic guitar. I was thinking about an old friend of the band who was going through a divorce. The guy basically fell off of the face of the Earth, and when we did hear from him, he was not good at all. I tried to imagine what life was like for him and started writing. Eventually, the verse and pre-chorus was written but I had nothing else. Drew and I wrote down the changes and lyrics and I remember laying them outside of Shawn's bedroom door one night for him to go over. He eventually finished the song and it has become one of my favorites."
Shawn:"This is the true story of a couple that we knew in Athens that got divorced shortly after we graduated. Adam and Drew had started with the verse, lyrics and pre-chorus chords. They played the song for me, (I think Drew was singing, and they recorded what little they had of it.I took the tape and finished the song that night around midnight.My roommates were asleep, so I went next door to an empty house and recorded the demo. I left it for Drew and Adam to listen to on their way to work the next day."
Lyrics
Lately I've been hard to hold
The bedroom left empty
The air is so cold
The phone wont ring
And I dont know who to blame
So dont bother with the mailman
Seems he forgot my name
I dont think shes coming back
Why I just dont know
She said something about an aeroplane
Or railroad tracks...
Take the time to hold
Pictures of the ones I love
And I wonder will I ever see them
To kiss their hearts or feel their touch
God its got me crazy
Got me thinking where Ive been
And feeling Im my only friend
Stop my lonesome evenings
Stop me from believing
That its over
Lately I ve been thinking 'bout an aeroplane
To take me cross the river
Or far beyond the pain
Lately I ve been drifting
Through the pouring rain of my life
And I dont know if Im ever coming home
No, I dont think shes coming back
Oh, why I just dont know
Stop these lonesome evenings
Stop me from believing
That its over, it's over
Lately I ve been thinking 'bout an aeroplane
To take me cross the river
Or far beyond the pain
Lately I ve been drifting
Through the pouring rain of my life
And I dont know if Im ever
I dont know if Im ever coming home
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