This is the day
We’re never as bad as we fear nor as good as we would like – some uke player’s tai chi teacher.
I found these words of wisdom online during my preparation for today: I sing on stage for the first time in less than 3 hours. Just me and my ukulele…
This is the day – your life will surely change
This is the day – when things fall into place
Listen to the lyrics. I love this song but I won’t be covering it because I can’t sing it without tearing up in a horrible bout of self-pity…
But, let’s avoid the drama: I’ll be fine. I just needed an excuse to post some day-related tracks.
But I still remember that day we met in December
Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: “no please, stay here,”
We don’t need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he’d come home Monday
I stayed up waitin’, anticipatin’ and pacin’ but he was
Chasing paper
“Caught up in the game” that was the last I heard
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
He went out every night
And baby that’s alright
I told you that no matter what you did i’d be by your side
Cause Ima ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit, at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin all night
Then they took you away- stole you out of my life
You just need to remember….
Will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that your mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Forget the hype, the fact that she might be a well packaged product and/or a poor little rich girl… or even that it sounds like a million other things including Mazzy Star. It’s a great catchy track and I love it.
Anyway, so here we are / it’s the end of december and one of the tracks I thought of covering was Leonard Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat”. I have a deep voice but he’s over a billion floors above me in the tower of song. Plus I promised myself I wouldn’t sing any sad songs. I’ll just post them.
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane’s awake —
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen
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