Lyrics
To hear my voice She squints her ears I love her more All these years To see my face She leans in close If she was a drug I’d overdose I lease the place beside her Don’t call the police. I know her We got an understanding She’s part of the hit parade I’m more like the sun and the beach With an umbrella for shade To hear my voice She squints her ears I love her more All these years To see my face She leans in close If she was a drug I’d overdose Hey Hey Some people get up in the saddle and go. And they never say, “Woah, woah, woah.” Pay no attention It’s all for show Meee, Eeee, Eeee, Eeee? I like to sing slow
Credits
Leo Di Croce - Lyricist, Composer, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums
Hovig Garabedian - Assistant Composer, Lead Guitar
Mike Langford - Mixing Engineer
Peter Letros - Mastering Engineer
Daizy DeBolt - Album Art
Delia Owens - Spark*
*The line, “She squints her ears,” comes straight from the book, Where the Crawdads Sing.
Old School
If you’re into vinyl or CD’s, I’m afraid you’re outta luck. The best I can do is offer you the highest-quality download, which can be purchased from my store on Bandcamp.
The price is $2.00 CAD plus thieving taxes.
BTW - I set the prices using the following formula: 1min = $1. Thus, I promulgate the cliché: Time equals money.
About the Song
I used to think my poetry and songs should stand on their own; that I shouldn’t have to explain them. I mean, it can be annoying, right? Having to listen to an artist talk about their art?
Well, suck it up butter-cup. This artist has something to say!
Not here though. If you’re curious, I sent an email this afternoon. If you already subscribe to my newsletter, then you already received it. If you don’t, I encourage you to do so.
Rock on,
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