Added: Jul 4, 2008
From: eddiemetall
Duration: 4:23
I was walking in the night and thinking about a girl The distant hum of the traffic was like a poetry unfurled Night flower scent it got me high Thought of my age and made me sigh I've never known if I should fly away I can't see the stars for all the light pollution And written in the sky is my soul's solution On any other day I'd know Which way I have to go To mend or break a heart for all I know Did we earn the summer or get the weather we deserve? 'Cause round here it's always raining no matter how hard we work I'd hold you in my arms and fly All we need's an alibi To leave the grey behind in search of joy For all I know, You'll be there for all I know Waiting 'til our ages are the same For all I know, You'll miss me for all I know We'll never meet again for all I know Words and music by Eddie Cooney Written 27th to 28th June 2005 All rights reserved When I was young I used to lie on the grass and look at the stars. It was a form of escape. Escape from domestic violence, from adolescent worry. I could get lost in the stars. So much space, so much emptiness. Last year I was trying to think things through. It was a nice early summer and I remembered my childhood habit. OK, I admit it... I'd been to the pub and had a few beers but sometimes that lift that alcohol gives helps you to do silly things maybe you should do more often. As I turned and walked into our drive my senses were filled with the scent of night scented stock, my second favourite flower after the poppy. In an instant my heart was lifted and I decided to engage in a little heavenly contemplation. When I lay down on the grass I couldn't see the sky as clearly as I remembered it. The stars seemed dimmer than those of my youth. Then I realised that light from street lamps and the local town spoilt the view. This became a metaphor for the way I was feeling. The next day, as the evening sun lingered and with my daughter Holly and her friend playing in the garden, I wrote the song. I love to write outside. There's an energy given by the thought that somebody may be listening.
Channel: Music
Tags: cooney eddie light pollution
Rating: 5.00 (3 ratings) Views: 150 Comments: 1
rachelsghost123 Says:
Jul 5, 2008 - 5/5