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Between the Lines
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Guitar: Jack Sherman
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Former Elektra/Asylum solo artist James Sinclair degreed at the New England Conservatory of Music before embarking on a career that included major label deals,
Former Elektra/Asylum solo artist James Sinclair has left a two decade trail of sophisticated pop music in his wake. The singer/songwriter degreed at the New England Conservatory of Music before embarking on a career that included major label deals, L.A. session gigs and tons of studio production. This is James' first album since the Elektra days and is a true labor of love. Self-produced over a three year period and featuring some of L.A.'s finest sidemen, you'll hear a rare level of maturity that relates to the music of Steely Dan, Sting and Al Jarreau. If you appreciate jazz influences, classic rock and great vocals, this one's for you!
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Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #361
Peak in subgenre #137
Author
James Sinclair
Rights
Jemvox Songs
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October 27, 2005
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MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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He wandered virtual halls Each night he’d see her online He’d type his thoughts and arrange them in rhymes They’d burn through her heart The words would burn though her mind She fell in love In front of the glow of the monitor His gentle nuance pulled her in Her sweet responses conquered him, he ached for her He longed to touch her face, he asked her to call him She could pick the time, the place The stories she’d heard, the overtures of strangers Fell away, this was no ordinary chase CHORUS Between the lines I clearly see The same design Just like the one that runs inside of me She wrote she’d call in the morning She was too breathless tonight They’d talk say, between nine and ten She’d phone from her office and then They’d give their words a voice On the morning commute some crazy drives cut her off She swerved and hit the curb The car sailed into the air And it pinwheeld across the lawn And when it came to rest, she was gone Though she’d disappeared, he kept on returning On line, to the room where they’d met Staring at the verse in the mail that he’d saved from her And listening to the sound of the printer Pushing the paper Towards his waiting hand
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