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Little Steps
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A bright and poppy, miserable and bleak song about lost love.
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Me (Tim Hinkle), with my guitar, my bass, my computer and maybe the occasional friend or relation. I play bright, poppy, miserable and bleak love songs, because
Hmmm... what to say. I like music and I hope music likes me. I hope you like my music. My music likes you. Well, I think it does. I'll ask it. Wait a minute - who are you? What's that? Who am I? I'm Tim Hinkle and I like music. I've been working to make some and I'm here so you'll hear what I've come up with so far.
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
#22,839 today Peak #215
#7,027 in subgenre Peak #74
Author
Tim Hinkle
Rights
2003 Tim Hinkle
Uploaded
August 22, 2010
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:08
Story behind the song
I wrote the lyrics of the chorus at one of the darker moments in my life. A bit later, when I feeling much happier, I wrote a song around it.
Lyrics
Another note left by the door - I used to get up in the mornings so I could watch you drive away but now you're very far away because I didn't see the warnings. Glance at your note, see what you said and then I stumble back to bed; pull the quilt over my aching head, still shivering blue, cold as the dead 'cause all your warmth's with him instead. Little steps are little lies and though I like to hear them I think that I should fear them just as much as you and I fear truth. It hardly comes as a surprise that you want to break up although we try to make up little lies to cover up the distance that we've built by little steps. You said it's hard when lovers part; you found a way to make it easy: just love a little less each day until all love has gone away and then you'll hardly even miss me. Long nights alone when you're not here another man's holding you near; he buys your fries, he buys your beer, he buys your whispers in his ear, he buys just what he wants to hear: Little steps are little lies and though I like to hear them I think that I should fear them just as much as you and I fear truth. It hardly comes as a surprise that you want to break up although we try to make up little lies to cover up the distance that we've built by little steps.
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