A vocal track that anyone can finish producing, alter in any way, & sell. Heavy sad song
I've been creating all kinds of songs for over 30 years, but I never sell any of them. I try to give them away to charities that have musician spokespeople, but
Story behind the song
My good friend, jim Lane, was killed on an auto accident. I spent a lot of time with him when we were both teen hippies, at his family's marina on Lake Chatcolet, near Plummer, Idaho. He came to L.A., & stayed with me for a while, but we didn't get along as well, & he went back. When I heard about his tragic death, it inspired this song. The beginning includes him, the 2nd part is about just him, & the last section is about that High School Sweetheart again.... I visited his family, & his Mother asked me to tape the song, so I sang it into her tape recorder. She asked why he was mad at me when he left, & I told her. His friend used my Boy Scout boots without permission, & got them all greasy. They had great sentimental value, but I knew that he'd never pay for his trespass, so I told them that my Mother wanted $50 rent, & they paid her, then I bought new boots with it. They only cost $35, but.... Before he left, I confessed. Thinking back, he might just have been my best friend, because the people that I thought were my best friends, all pulled some kind of crap on me, & Jim never really did any of that.
Lyrics
You were my only friend,
I felt like we were tightly bound,
I hoped that it would never end,
And that you'd always be around,
But we went our seperate ways,
And so numbered were the days,
Thanks for the time we'd spend,
I wish the time we lost could still be found.
I,....wanted to talk to them once more,
Why,....did they have to close the door,
I know we'll meet again someday,
I don't know how, but I'll find a way,
Ah,....I want to tell them what friendship is for.
I wanted to tell him what I knew,
Because he just would not believe,
I wanted to show him what I'd do,
Because he just could not believe,
He wasn't the best friend, that I had,
And when he left me he was kinda mad,
I wanted him to be there too,
But I guess that he just had to leave.
I,.....wanted to talk to him once more,
Why,.....did he have to go through that door,
I know we'll meet again someday,
I don't know how, but I'll find a way,
Ah,.....I want to tell him what his life was for.
There was no turning back,
I watched her walk away,
I wanted to go & call her back,
But I watched her walk away,
And my heart fell, to my feet,
As I turned & hit the street,
And how I want her back,
But she's just so damned far away.
I,....wanted to talk to her once more,
Why, oh why, did she think I locked the door,
I know we'll meet again someday,
I don't know how, but I'll find a way,
Ah,.....I want to tell her what our love was for.
I,.....want to talk to you once more,
Why,.....do you hide behind the door,
I know we'll meet again someday,
I don't know how, but I'll find a way,
Ah,.....I want to tell you what this world is for.
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