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Cold Outside
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Acoustic, harmonies, chilled out, relationships.
A combination of Tom Nash from 'A Nash Odyssey' and Ashley Morton from 'Accolade Sky', Nashley is a 'supergroup', if you will. If you won't, we're an 'awesomegroup'. Nah, just yanking your chain. We play acoustic guitar and singing harmonies. Or attempt to, at least.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
#14,400 today Peak #190
#4,539 in subgenre Peak #60
Author
Tom Nash & Ashley Morton
Rights
Tom Nash
Uploaded
March 12, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:33
Story behind the song
This song is essentially one long, crude metaphor. It’s about residing in the fake warmth of a relationship that you know is little more than a façade of nervous smiles and over-comfortable affection, because you’re too scared to be alone. The ‘summer’ is the best moments of a relationship, the treasured memories of smiles and sunny dispositions. The ‘winter’ is the cooling down, the decline into a mess of routine and concern. There are days when you long to end it, to end the guilt of continuing what is beginning to resemble a sham, but you don’t actually go through with it, because you’re scared to live without a warm body and loving mind to cherish and be cherished by. Essentially, it’s claustrophobia within the relationship, but agoraphobia of everything else. As I said, it’s a crude metaphor, but I think it works okay.
Lyrics
Every summer’s always followed by a winter Though I always promise myself the next one won’t change Although the frosts of winter do look pretty from a distance I’m terrified of freezing all the same I’d like to go outside, but it’s pretty cold And I don’t have any warm enough clothes Instead I’ll sit and sing to you And think ’bout what I’d like to do But if I had enough to guts to brave the cold. Maybe I’ll just sit inside by the plastic fire The warmth and light are fake but maybe my skin won’t know But the fake flickers of flames are curiously empty I know it’s is not as real as the honest snow I’d like to go outside, but it’s pretty cold And I don’t have any warm enough clothes Instead I’ll sit and sing to you And think ’bout what I’d like to do But if I had enough to guts to brave the cold. And don’t forget that it’s a pretty damn big world out there. Oh.
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