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And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue
Home's face: how it ages when you're away
And spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
'Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago
And all you see
Is where else you could be
When you're at home
Out on the street
Are so many possibilities
To not be alone
The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'Cause you knew you were finally free
'Cause all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home
There on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
I am a 'sometimes' songwriter that has written and recorded some songs in my lifetime. Busy family life and work commitments keep it to 'sometimes' but that will change in a couple of years with retirement when it will be full on. About 9 years ago, I was asked to sing a couple of songs live at a function. I had never performed live and I was out of my mind with nervousness. Since then I have performed from time to time and I am sort of getting used to it. This was the first song I performed in front of that gymnasium full of people and I picked this as a cover to perform because it is such a great tune. It will forever hold a special place in my heart and listening to it now brings some tears to my eyes. Thank you, RP, for having this gorgeous song in your rotation, I will never tire of listening to it.
I know what you mean w/r/t being nervous singing in front of people. I remember when I was almost 30 going to a party for work that had a full karaoke machine. I picked Ants Marching by DMB (a song I knew very well) and was breezing through the first verse. I hit the chorus and my mind completely blanked; the lyrics were on the screen before me, but it felt like it was pure gibberish. I looked down at my right leg and it was shaking so hard. I grabbed a stool, sat down, and aced the rest of the song.
A few weeks later, I found a place that had a weekly Open Mike night. I was still extremely nervous and I'm not extroverted at all, but I got up there on a stool and performed three songs with accompaniment. I ended up going every week for about five years, even doing tunes a capella, but I probably relied on that stool for the first 9-12 months.
My first song at Open Mike was Walking In Memphis by Marc Cohn.
But you don't know what now to do
'Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago
A song that always hits as a reminder to appreciate what you have and where you're at, even when you're sometimes ruining it for yourself.
Can I upvote this more than once?
I am a 'sometimes' songwriter that has written and recorded some songs in my lifetime. Busy family life and work commitments keep it to 'sometimes' but that will change in a couple of years with retirement when it will be full on. About 9 years ago, I was asked to sing a couple of songs live at a function. I had never performed live and I was out of my mind with nervousness. Since then I have performed from time to time and I am sort of getting used to it. This was the first song I performed in front of that gymnasium full of people and I picked this as a cover to perform because it is such a great tune. It will forever hold a special place in my heart and listening to it now brings some tears to my eyes. Thank you, RP, for having this gorgeous song in your rotation, I will never tire of listening to it.
How's retirement going? I hope you're getting to write and play more and that it is bringing you much joy.
So all great albums were made by bad groups? That's ... quite a statement.
No, that's your statement dipshit!
It was hard to watch the concert and not think "Stonehenge".
I'm glad the drummer didn't spontaneously combust.
I like this band, I like this song. In another 10 years I think I will still like their work.
Reporting from the future that you were happily wrong!
Keep on rockin' dear Sir we salute ya!
While it's not my favorite DCFC song, it is true to the band's ethos. I'd like to hear Transatlanticism or others on RP, and hope that R&B can accommodate that in the future, but still happy that the variety still reveals hitherto unknown talent, as well as celebrating both the fringe and the (relatively) mainstream.
What a great comment!
So all great albums were made by bad groups? That's ... quite a statement.
While it's not my favorite DCFC song, it is true to the band's ethos. I'd like to hear Transatlanticism or others on RP, and hope that R&B can accommodate that in the future, but still happy that the variety still reveals hitherto unknown talent, as well as celebrating both the fringe and the (relatively) mainstream.
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RadioDoc wrote:
Happily, they will have faded from memory 10 years from now. A flyspot on this page of musical history.
I like this band, I like this song. In another 10 years I think I will still like their work.
There is that theme, right enough. Dark lyrics, bright sound: Thanatos with a poppy beat. Not unlike Depeche Mode in that respect. I wonder if DCFC could be considered as part of the electro-goth genre?
Whether critics like it or not is very much a subjective matter. The dark/light combo works for this listener, but wtf do I know compared to critics?
Sometimes, just reading comments from folks can be as entertaining as the music. Very often, funny stuff!
Happily, they will have faded from memory 10 years from now. A flyspot on this page of musical history.
Considering you've left several cranky grievances for each song of theirs in the RP Library, they may not fade from from this page or any of the RP pages of musical history so quickly. This particular song is already over ten years old anyhow.
Happily, they will have faded from memory 10 years from now. A flyspot on this page of musical history.
hey you damn kid, get offa my lawn!
Happily, they will have faded from memory 10 years from now. A flyspot on this page of musical history.
My CD collection is made up of many artists who I guess would be considered "a flyspot on this page of musical history," thankfully.
i'm with you, except i'm not sold on his vocals.
And all you see
Is where else you could be
When you're at home
Out on the street
Are so many possibilities
To not be alone
I admit to being wrong.