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Here's a simple little ditty, the first thing I came up with when I bought my acoustic guitar.
The music has been pretty much finished for weeks but it took a long time to come up with lyrics for this one.
What I've settled on here is, in a roundabout way, inspired by the characters in Ian McEwan's short novel, 'On Chesil Beach', which I can absolutely recommend reading.
Also, I will be uploading an alternate and more rootsy version of this song soon.
The music has been pretty much finished for weeks but it took a long time to come up with lyrics for this one.
What I've settled on here is, in a roundabout way, inspired by the characters in Ian McEwan's short novel, 'On Chesil Beach', which I can absolutely recommend reading.
Also, I will be uploading an alternate and more rootsy version of this song soon.
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Lyrics
She got all she wanted,
He got almost all he needed,
You were staying home tonight.
Tattoos, birthmarks and cheap perfume,
It's something he keeps from you,
Still, it's not something he feels guilty about.
He's gone the long way home,
Hoping you won't wait up any longer,
The streets are icy cold tonight.
Tattoos, birthmarks and cheap perfume,
It's something he keeps from you,
Still, it's not something he feels guilty about,
Because it's something he feels you've justified,
But you don't ask so won't hear any lies.
He wakes you opening the front door,
But still you pretend that you're fast asleep,
You hear his humming through the walls,
The bedroom fills with hallway light,
And now his clumsy kisses goodnight,
His fingers sliding down your neck.
Now he's had all he wanted,
And you've got almost all you need,
Except a man who stays home at night.
He got almost all he needed,
You were staying home tonight.
Tattoos, birthmarks and cheap perfume,
It's something he keeps from you,
Still, it's not something he feels guilty about.
He's gone the long way home,
Hoping you won't wait up any longer,
The streets are icy cold tonight.
Tattoos, birthmarks and cheap perfume,
It's something he keeps from you,
Still, it's not something he feels guilty about,
Because it's something he feels you've justified,
But you don't ask so won't hear any lies.
He wakes you opening the front door,
But still you pretend that you're fast asleep,
You hear his humming through the walls,
The bedroom fills with hallway light,
And now his clumsy kisses goodnight,
His fingers sliding down your neck.
Now he's had all he wanted,
And you've got almost all you need,
Except a man who stays home at night.
scofugate
I love the tone, mood, and arrangement! This is very well written and performed.