Wednesday, July 11, 2012

That's How Singers Cry

Let's swing back to 1980 for one of those songs that made me cringe too much to feature on the Midnight Ramble back when its time came up. The song, which is a little smarmy for my tastes, hasn't changed but I spent a couple of hours this morning laying down tracks for a new 2012 version. I'm not sure it's any better than the 1993 version, which I don't remember spending much time on.


Written: Melendres Street, Las Cruces NM 1980

One of Knees’ more maudlin numbers, he was trying to write about what he knew. Even as he wrote it he was wondering why anyone would feel sorry for a guy who drifts into town, makes some bucks off the locals, maybe amuses a cocktail waitress or two, then moseys on. Sounds pretty ideal.

It’ll never work out I know it,
There’s too many towns gone by.
She wonder why I’m silent,
But that’s how singers cry.
She lays her hand upon me,
Expecting a reply,
I just lie there silently,
Cuz that’s how singers cry.

Seems like I live my life six weeks at a time,
It’s better than playing one-night stands,
But it’s all the same design.
You can take someone to breakfast,
You can kiss her at her door,
If she comes back the next night,
You can love a little more.

But it’ll never work out I know it,
There’s too many towns gone by.
She wonders why I’m silent,
But that’s how singers cry.
She lays her hand upon me,
Expecting a reply,
I just lie there silently,
Cuz that’s how singers cry.

She waits for me at closing time
Greets me with a smile,
I get to know her just enough
To make it all worthwhile.
But she belongs to her home town
And my show must go on,
I got to be in Tennessee to sing another song.

Starfish

The 1993 version 

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