Vocal with counterpoint-style guitar accompaniment. The finished version as on the album.
Yet another songwriter-guitarist-singer. In that order. Though I earn my living mostly playing bass.
I play bass with various bands in many genres, and also perform at mainly acoustic-style venues as a solo songwriter-guitarist-singer (in that order)
Story behind the song
A fantasy of playing once more on the same bill as a certain famous guitarist, my ex-sweetheart.
Lyrics
He's Singing It for Me
Before the show he's listening at my soundcheck.
He grins and says: "You're better than you were."
There's pleasure, but there's pain, to hear his songs again
when I know that he'll be going home to her ...
How can she not be spellbound by his music?
She hardly ever comes to hear him play.
I know he looks to see her in the crowd
but now,
tonight,
I hope she stays away.
{Instrumental}
She'll nestle in his arms beneath the duvet.
I know that is a lovely place to be.
I know she says he wrote that song for her,
but here,
tonight,
He's singing it for me.
All the men who see him
somehow want to be him
and all the women want him for their own.
But, snared in soft simplicity
of easy domesticity,
he's her Mr Nobody at home ...
I know they're going shopping in the morning.
He'll help her push the trolley to the car.
His credit card will suffer at the till,
but still,
tonight,
he's playing his guitar.
{Instrumental}
Applauding crowds acknowledge he's a master.
They want another encore, two or three.
He sings his special song to close the show.
I know,
tonight,
he's singing it for me,
I know.
Tonight, he's singing it for me.
© 2010 Heather Enid Wells
