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RELEASED: August 29, 1995
RECORD LABEL: Blue Thumb Records
RELEASED: August 29, 1995
RECORD LABEL: Blue Thumb Records
TRACK 5:
West Point JONATHA'S NOTE:I actually had the bulk of this song in my head as I was driving down to some gig in Annapolis, saw the sign for West Point and plunk, there it was. I had to sing it over and over to myself so I wouldn't lose it. I got to the pre-gig radio show and rushed past the people that greeted me so I could write down the words. So many songs and pieces of songs get lost because I think I'll just remember the idea later. Then it's gone. I have three dictaphones too, that are lost or broken. Big help they are. Anyway, it's a nostalgic look at an old friend, love and loss, choices, and that devastating need not to have been here for nothing. Brian Blade really heard all of that, and I can't play the song now without hearing his drum part echoing.
LYRICS:
Im retravelling this lifeline thats so close to home
We are on our way to West Point Where your perfect, blond cousin will throw his hat up In the air And we will watch it fall And Im still the girl that loved you When your eyes were open wide And Im still the girl that wandered on and Im still the girl That lied Cause when Id tell the truth, you would run and hide But my hands get shaky and I think of all the reasons And I start to drink I get lonely, get depressed, dont sleep well nights, cant Get dressed I cant help myself Youll order beer and a sandwich, at the bar at the hotel And youll want to tell me something Just like every other time And our hopes will rise, And we will watch them fall Youre still written in my days, all the pages coming Back to me I will carry you along, singing discreetly Old raincoat, two lives, no boyfriend, no wife Dont want to die here and nobody know Dont want to die here and nobody know But my hands get shaky and I think of all the reasons And I start to drink I get lonely, get depressed, dont sleep well nights, Cant get dressed, cant help myself I get lonely, get depressed, dont sleep well nights Cant get dressed Dont want to die here and nobody know Dont want to die here and nobody know Dont want to die here and nobody know Dont want to die...here |
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