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Sitting on the sofa with you
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If you ever had a friend that you fancied and you ended up at your place at the end of an evening out together, chatting, CDs playing, then this particular cup of coffee may taste familiar...
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Touching, funny, serious, award-winning songs about life and love; all penned, played, arranged, sung, recorded and mixed by Al.
So he never existed... not really, as a real person. He made himself up one day in 1969 and lived a dual existence: half of him surviving on dead-end jobs, the other half believing that one day he would write at least one song that the world would remember. Now half of him is dead, and, as with all conjoined twins (without major surgery) that sentences both of them. It would be sad if it wasn't so pathetic. Fairy-tales always end this way... well not always, rarely... and this was rarely a fairy-tale; so there the similarities end: the ending was neither sad nor happy - it just... was. The enigmatic and tragic Jackson C Frank was a hero of his... now he emulates that frail and failed soul. Maybe in 40 years people will still say 'Al who?', much as they do today. That would be both a great epitaph, and a fitting legacy. Below is the page as he inexplicably and hurriedly left it: hot meal still on the table; knife and fork still in place and at the ready; the drink untouched in the bone china cup... ************************************************************* I now have an album: 'The sentence that I serve' available from CD baby. Click on this mini album cover to take you there: INVALID -- CDBABY INVALID INVALID INVALID INVALID for AL STRAVINSKY: The sentence that I serve -- It's on iTunes too, where the whole album or individual tracks can be downloaded in mp3 format: http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playListId=216015067 Thanks. I've been a professional musician for 24 years, and over 3000 gigs (I've stopped counting); always working, travelling, trying to make ends meet...nearly...if you could just hold these a minute please...er...thanks: my hands are now free so I can get on with actually (ironically) playing some music at last. I sing and play bass guitar and I play some acoustic/electric guitars also.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Pop Rock
Charts
#3,464 in subgenre Peak #24
Charts
Peak #77
Author
Al Stravinsky
Uploaded
July 30, 2006
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MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 3:30
Story behind the song
From the album 'The sentence that I serve'. Click here for link: album cover If you ever had a friend that you fancied and you ended up at your place at the end of an evening out together, chatting, CDs playing, then this cup of coffee may taste familiar. I used a 'Back II Black Street' rex loop and added splash cymbals, handclaps, vocal percussion sounds, ukelele, acoustic guitars, slide guitar, bass guitar, lots of backing vocals and a single lead vocal.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Not that I've got nothing to say But I'm looking for words that'll tempt you to stay And keep alive this moment And keep our options open - ...nothing's spoken. Sitting here on the sofa with you, The coffee gives our lips and hands something to do But it won't last all night And I'm losing the fight, I'm like a moth to the light... Chorus One touch and I'm on the floor, A wrong word from me and are you out of the door? One push and the dam will burst - I'm holding on and hoping That you'll be the first to make a move. Verse 2 The song fades are you ready to go? Is this goodbye or the sweetest hello? I want to move that stray hair; I don't know if I dare - I'm touching your hair... If the eyes give a glimpse of the soul Then yours is on fire and I'm starting to smoulder Just from your gaze; I can't look away, Can't look away hey Chorus One touch and I'm on the floor, A wrong word from me are you out of the door? One push and the dam will burst - I'm holding on and hoping That you'll be the first to make a move. Middle 8 My head roars like a waterfall, I can't fight it, I'm sure to fall If you touch me... Verse 3 I whisper 'I want to take you to bed', Your reply's smeared by kisses, I don't hear what you said; Should I ask again? So I ask again - The answer's clearer this time... Guitar Solo Chorus One touch and I'm on the floor A wrong word from me and are you out of the door? One push and the dam will burst - I'm holding on and hoping That you'll be the first To make... A move...
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