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"Tell him I'm leaving, he laughs / We make love like it has to last" (Based on the Alice Hoffman novel 'Property of') Folk/Pop (F) - '
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A broad range of genres and production values - from studio work to raw live performances on acoustic instruments back in the days of killer tape hiss. (All were produced as song demos vs artist demos.) IF YOU'RE A LYRIC FAN, click on the "full" or "full song info" line and play the songs from there. That way you can read the lyrics at the bottom of the page as the song plays. I am guilty of all the words, music, arrangements, production, and male vocals. Fortunately, for both you AND me, friends handled the female vocals. (Thanks Leanne, Bodra, Dianne, & Roxanne!) See ya out there!
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #841
Peak in subgenre #49
Author
Van Clayton Powel
Rights
VeePo Music
Uploaded
May 14, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:21
Lyrics
McKAY First morning light breaking thin Looking outside, then at him Avenue snow hard as ice Slippery and cold, like this life Back into bed, one last time Reach for his face, trace the lines Honour cuts hard, leaves deep tracks He can't give an inch, I can't go back My my, sweet sweet, McKay My my, sweet sweet, McKay Don't look back, walk away From my sweet sweet McKay So long ago at seventeen Carving his name in my jeans Then Washington Bridge front-seat love The velvet and steel of his touch Well, I became his one real thing And he was the King of the Avenue Kings Leathers and crime, hot-blood fights The Chevy that screamed from the lights My my, sweet sweet, McKay My my, sweet sweet, McKay Don't look back, walk away From my sweet sweet McKay But needles and lies stole the glory And six months of his time Now I want him back But I can't take that past, can't take that past back again Tell him I'm leaving, he laughs We make love like it has to last Leaves him convinced I won't leave Leave as he rolls up his sleeve I walk outside, I walk outside down the stairs Breathing in new life, cold air A broken charm left up there on the floor Never can be like before My my, sweet sweet, McKay My my, sweet sweet, McKay Don't look back, walk away From my sweet sweet McKay ©1995 Van Clayton Powel
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