Here's the cut from the forthcoming CD - Homebody Somebody
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Story behind the song
More or less what was running through my head while playing at a Borders store
Lyrics
I was playing in a bookstore in the cafe in a bookstore
It has a cafe like everybookstore does.
With the readers sipping quietly it's kind of like a library but with a different sort of caffinated buzz.
I wonder as I'm playing if the words that I am saying disturbed the readers as they read. Or if my words set the stage for the words down on the page creating a brand new kind of story in their heads.
CH:
I sing O-h my life is passing like a train
she hears O-h her pulse was racing like a train
as he slipped the tattered fabric from her shoulders.
O-h a brand new message in the brain that was unlike one that anyone ever told her.
Then I met the bookstore owner he said I really like that song in which you said your life was melting - splashing like the rain. As I considered by rebuttal, he said "y'know like Oz and the witch and the puddle" and felt the use of arguing trickle down the drain.
CH:
I sing O-h my life is passing like a train
he hears O-h her life was splashing like the rain as he left without a word over his shoulder.
O-h a brand new message in the brain that was unlike one that anyone ever told her.
Bridge:
I hope you like this song, cause we're making it up as we go along...
At the pornographic bookstore heard a song about a book whore at the concert read a novel in sonata form. All these messages to my brain the words are pulsing through my veins I'm addicted and I got to get some more.
CH:
O-h my life is passing like a train
O-h the words are pulsing through my veins I'm addicted and I got to get some more.