If She’s Listening

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This weekend I saw the movie “Music and Lyrics” with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore as a songwriting duo whose artistic collaboration eventually blossoms into — spoiler alert! — love. (I know — what could I possibly relate to in that premise?)

We saw the movie in the “whatever’s playing at 7 o’clock” spirit, but I have to admit, it did the trick: I laughed and I cried. What can I tell you? I’m a sucker for this kind of thing. And it was a fitting capper to a week in which songwriting one’s way out of a corner was a major topic of both thought and conversation.

“If She’s Listening” was recorded in my living room, using a Mac, a Martin and a Blue Snowball microphone, two packs of Skittles and a liter of Diet Coke.

We were out walking
Down the boulevard
Laughing and talking
She squeezed my hand so hard

Nothing but daydreams
In the Saratoga skies
I saw reflected
In the palace of her eyes

Mama don’t tell my business
Mama don’t stab my back
Mama don’t show my letters
Mama don’t make the skies turn black

Back at the hotel
I was on the bed
Couldn’t imagine
The thoughts inside her head

There at the window
Where clouds had filled the skies
I saw reflected
In the caverns of her eyes

Mama don’t tell my business
Mama don’t stab my back
Mama don’t show my letters
Mama don’t make the skies turn black

There’s a girl out there
With long red hair
And eyes like pools of liquid mud

She’s honest, brave and kind
And she knows her own mind
And her heart beats warm, red blood

And if she’s listening to this song
She knows exactly what went wrong

One Reply to “If She’s Listening”

  1. i laughed out loud at myself in self-conscious irony as i left the theatre and mr. smiley (the proprietor who smiles at no one except me) smiled right back. hugh smoked drew. child actress i guess.

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