I think I listened to this song while going through the soundtrack of Grey's Anatomy - which a friend had suggested. I like Keane's piano rock style. Loved their song 'Everybody's Changing' which featured in Scrubs. Thought about posting this song today.
I walked across, an empty land I knew the pathway like the back of my hand I felt the earth, beneath my feet Sat by the river and it made me complete Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on So tell me when, you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
I came across, a fallen elm tree, I felt the branches; are they looking at me? Is this the place, we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on So tell me when, you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So why don't we go, somewhere only we know Somewhere only we know.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on So, tell me when you gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything. So why don't we go, so why don't we go.
Hmmm yeahh.
This could be the end of everything So why don't we go, somewhere only we know, Somewhere only we know Somewhere only we know
The New York Times in 1989 asserted that the genre is "guitar music first of all, with guitars that blast out power chords, pick out chiming riffs, buzz with fuzztone and squeal in feedback."
As someone with a working knowledge of a guitar, I do get the part about the power chords and buzz. But to me, it's essentially "guitar music" (or at times Piano) which sounds different from Classic Rock.
If I don't say this now I will surely break As I'm leaving the one I want to take Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait My heart has started to separate
Oh, oh, Be my baby Ohhhhh Oh, oh Be my baby I'll look after you
There now, steady love, so few come and don't go Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know When I'm losing my control, the city spins around You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
Oh, oh Be my baby Ohhhhhh Oh, oh Be my Baby I'll look after you And I'll look after you
If ever there was a doubt My love she leans into me This most assuredly counts She says most assuredly
Oh, oh Be my baby I'll look after you After You Oh, oh Be my baby Ohhhhh
It's always have and never hold You've begun to feel like home What's mine is yours to leave or take What's mine is yours to make your own
Oh, oh Be my baby Ohhhhh Oh, oh Be my baby I'll look after you
If you haven't heard this guy, you should. Cat Stevens, Jackson Browne and now Jim Croce - I think I'm enjoying listening to 70's acoustic music. The finger picking is good as it gets and sadly way beyond my league!
Operator, oh could you help me place this call You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded She's livin' in L.A. With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself ***That it just wasn't real*** But that's not the way it feels
Operator, oh could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eye's You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me
Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels
No no no no Thats not the way it feels Operator oh let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk to Thank you for your time Oh you've been so much more than kind And you can keep the dime
Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels
Well I've been out walking I don't do that much talking these days These days-- These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do For you And all the times I had the chance to
And I had a lover It's so hard to risk another these days These days-- Now if I seem to be afraid To live the life I have made in song Well it's just that I've been losing for so long
I'll keep on moving Things are bound to be improving these days One of these days-- These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend Don't confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them
Yes, they do have the most interesting names for their songs. Decided to listen to Counting Crows after quite sometime today and was surprised to find this one. Love the music arrangement, especially the beginning. And Adam Duritz, like in most of their songs, speaks out to you.
You know I don't like you But you want to be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling And they are fluttering their wings It's ok, I'm angry But you'll never understand You dream of Michelangelo They hang above your hands
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes Walking on my skin again
And I can't see why You want to talk to me When your vision of America Is crystal and clean I wanna white bread life Just something ignorant in the rain But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again
Saturn on a line The sun afire of strings and wires Spin above my head and make it right Anytime you'd like, you can catch a sight Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed I see God upon the ceiling I see angels overhead And he seems so close As he reaches out his hand We are never quite as close As we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there She goes walking walking walking And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cuz there she goes Walking on my skin again and again On my mind Oh Lord No Yes she's walking on my skin Again and again
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you But I cant think of right words to say I long to tell you that Im always thinking of you Im always thinking of you, but my words Just blow away, just blow away It always ends up to one thing, honey And I cant think of right words to say Wherever I am girl, Im always walking with you Im always walking with you, but I look and youre not there Whoever Im with, Im always, always talking to you Im always talking to you, and Im sad that You cant hear, sad that you cant hear It always ends up to one thing, honey, When I look and youre not there I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you Feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore And -- each night and day I pray, in hope That I might find you, in hope that I might Find you, because hearts can do no more It always ends up to one thing honey, still I kneel upon the floor How can I tell you that I love you, I love you But I cant think of right words to say I long to tell you that Im always thinking of you Im always thinking of you.... It always ends up to one thing honey And I cant think of right words to say