Wednesday, December 20, 2006

She Walked Away

While we're working on the "She Walked Away" EP, a friend suggested I do some posts about how I came to write that song and discuss the lyrics in some depth. I admit, I have some reservations about that, but I do think it's a good idea. So I'll get started by posting the lyrics as they stand right now (I keep tinkering, so these are a bit different from the current recordings).

She turned and walked away
And left him standing there
With a taste in his mouth.
A little sweet, a trace of lime --
Once so familiar, a bit strange this time,
A little strange this time.
A thought of coolness falling,
Of his fingers, of her hair;
Of something fragile missing, he can tell it isn't there.

What can he say? How should he feel?
She walked away; he knows it's not real.

He feels a thread grow weaker;
A shadow falls between.
He lifts his eyes to see what happened,
But above there's only sky, just a hint of lead;
Just the dawning thought that longing can turn to dread.

What can he say? How should he feel?
She walked away; he knows it's not real.

Maybe they'll both feel the damage.

Maybe they'll be blown apart.
Maybe he'll feel so transparent,
Like the world can see his heart.

She turned and walked away
And as she seems to fade
He can feel himself forgetting
The museum, the parking lot
The jeans she liked to wear
The coolness falling through his fingers tangled in her hair.

What can he say? How should he feel?
She walked away; he hopes it's not real.

What can he say? What should he do?
She walked away; She walked away? He'll walk away too.

10 comments:

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Anonymous said...

I have really missed you guys! Shoot me an email and lets get together soon! I remember the F.O.R., Kiln Gods and Adam's cat. I even have a F.O.R. T-shirt in my closet still. I would love to see you guys and catch up!

Jason and Wendy Clyne

patrick said...

Jason and Wendy:

How great to hear from you! I stripped your email/phone out of the comment for privacy reasons but have saved and look forward to contacting you. I'm stunned you have that old Fits of Rage shirt! The closest I have is a picture of my brother wearing one from about 18 years ago.


A1 and A2 - thanks so much for taking the time to comment after stumbling along here from Google. A2, how weird that you found this from a search for heart attack. Is that a joke?

A3: thanks for the feedback. Reckon I should accept the challenge and start posting again. No excuse besides a very busy offline life!

-pb

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