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A work in Progress - A mellow tune about questioning our existence and fact that we are not alone in feeling this way!
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This is the story of woman who said
That her day was so long,
Thought she'd never find her bed,
She swore the sun was so tired
She watched it slip beneath a blanket of stars.
She went ahead and poured up both,
A long tall glass of fine red wine,
And proceeded to tell me that she's loosing her mind
(Chorus)
She's lookin for things she knows that whe'll never find.
Wasting her days, Wastin her nights.
Lord knows wastin' too much time
I'm always jumping through their firey hoops,
She said, I'm walking their tight rope with my head in a noose,
All this concentration is reallly bringing me down.
It's funny the reward is never in sight, but the Illusion is blinding and she can't close her eyes,
Acting like a soldier at war, she's heading for the front line....
(Chorus)
She said I'm tired of all this running in place,
I just can't seem to keep up with the pace,
I'ts like a slap in the face when you don't even know what's wrong.
She took a sip of her wine and then she looked at me,
Does this happen to you, It's always happening to me,
Or am I result of someone's twiste joke?
Someones twisted joke?
I said go ahead a pour another glass of wine, I've got nowhere to go and plenty of time,
Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine,
Cause I know the story of woman who said
that her day was so long,
thought she'd never find her bed,
She swore the sun was so tired
she watched it slip beneath a blanket of stars.
That her day was so long,
Thought she'd never find her bed,
She swore the sun was so tired
She watched it slip beneath a blanket of stars.
She went ahead and poured up both,
A long tall glass of fine red wine,
And proceeded to tell me that she's loosing her mind
(Chorus)
She's lookin for things she knows that whe'll never find.
Wasting her days, Wastin her nights.
Lord knows wastin' too much time
I'm always jumping through their firey hoops,
She said, I'm walking their tight rope with my head in a noose,
All this concentration is reallly bringing me down.
It's funny the reward is never in sight, but the Illusion is blinding and she can't close her eyes,
Acting like a soldier at war, she's heading for the front line....
(Chorus)
She said I'm tired of all this running in place,
I just can't seem to keep up with the pace,
I'ts like a slap in the face when you don't even know what's wrong.
She took a sip of her wine and then she looked at me,
Does this happen to you, It's always happening to me,
Or am I result of someone's twiste joke?
Someones twisted joke?
I said go ahead a pour another glass of wine, I've got nowhere to go and plenty of time,
Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine,
Cause I know the story of woman who said
that her day was so long,
thought she'd never find her bed,
She swore the sun was so tired
she watched it slip beneath a blanket of stars.
cjhoose
All the instruments (including real) sound gorgeous
together. A very calm, sad kind of feeling permeates this
song. Only thing that bothers me is your voice sounds
murky - too much bass/too little treble.