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Thetiler offered me the chance to write a melody line and lyrics for his song, and I happily accepted! He wrote and played the guitar and synths. When I first heard the guitar part, I related right away to how it went back and forth between happy sounding verses and a darker chorus. It reminded me of how my pessimistic side always creeps up on me. So that's what I wrote about. Melodies, harmonies, and lyrics are by me, and all instruments are performed and written by Thetiler. You can hear his original accoustic version on his page. It's very good so listen to that one, too, if you haven't already! The art is by Eric Bragg.
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Lyrics
She walks alone every morning down the same old street
and yearns for something, anything to make her life complete
like in a movie where the hero comes to sweep her off her feet
They'd run away
But when you look behind the scene
there's a projector and a screen
that's flashing images of lies
There's nothing there believe your eyes
(Watch out...It's smoke and mirrors)
Day after day waiting tables, small town girl cliche
She serves the same old faces hoping that she'll make it out someday
Her feet are tired, but strong enough to carry her away
Friend of a friend has some room; live's in NYC
She's never been there but convinced there's no place she would rather be
She'll live the city life, the one she's only seen on her TV
She'll get away
But when you look beyond the stage
there's a director and the pages
tell them what to do and say
It's just a story, just a play
(Wactch out...It's smoke and mirrors)
Who could do it?
See right through it
She's lived her life taking orders both at work and home
She plays the role of someone confident enough to be alone
but she's smoke and mirrors and when someone starts to break through the unknown
she runs away
Watch out... It's smoke and mirrors
and yearns for something, anything to make her life complete
like in a movie where the hero comes to sweep her off her feet
They'd run away
But when you look behind the scene
there's a projector and a screen
that's flashing images of lies
There's nothing there believe your eyes
(Watch out...It's smoke and mirrors)
Day after day waiting tables, small town girl cliche
She serves the same old faces hoping that she'll make it out someday
Her feet are tired, but strong enough to carry her away
Friend of a friend has some room; live's in NYC
She's never been there but convinced there's no place she would rather be
She'll live the city life, the one she's only seen on her TV
She'll get away
But when you look beyond the stage
there's a director and the pages
tell them what to do and say
It's just a story, just a play
(Wactch out...It's smoke and mirrors)
Who could do it?
See right through it
She's lived her life taking orders both at work and home
She plays the role of someone confident enough to be alone
but she's smoke and mirrors and when someone starts to break through the unknown
she runs away
Watch out... It's smoke and mirrors
Tom Atwood
My only criticism is with the production. Tiler's guitar
sounds compressed & tinny, almost like he's in another
room. I heard the original instrumental and it sounded
much richer, more present. Also, your voice is so pure and
clear, I'm not sure if you need quite so much reverb,
although it does add to the dreamy quality of this flowing
piece.