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Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium,
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar.
With the flick of his wrists he turns words into melodies,
Chords into church bells, fill up the alleys.
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night,
And I don't have a part in the shivering silences.
We will pretend that it's all just made up.
The song that he writes,
Are too personal he can't play them for anyone.
And when he's all alone,
The love song writer sings.
Oh, can anyone hear me now?
But no one hears at all.
So he stumbles through syllables cut from their sentences,
Lost what was called to him deep in the alphabet;
Please give us meaning.
(And work for me now)
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat.
And on the other side,
You're the queen of spades
You're the town that he meets on the way.
There's always a way out.
There's always a way out.
And he's all alone,
The love song writer sings.
Oh, can anyone hear me now?
But no one hears at all.
The love song writer sings,
All alone when he hears the song,
Of the knock at the door.
Face me red roses, falling apart.
In the house of someone that you strengthen and left behind.
Your love is so pure tearing your down.
They say,
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar.
With the flick of his wrists he turns words into melodies,
Chords into church bells, fill up the alleys.
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night,
And I don't have a part in the shivering silences.
We will pretend that it's all just made up.
The song that he writes,
Are too personal he can't play them for anyone.
And when he's all alone,
The love song writer sings.
Oh, can anyone hear me now?
But no one hears at all.
So he stumbles through syllables cut from their sentences,
Lost what was called to him deep in the alphabet;
Please give us meaning.
(And work for me now)
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat.
And on the other side,
You're the queen of spades
You're the town that he meets on the way.
There's always a way out.
There's always a way out.
And he's all alone,
The love song writer sings.
Oh, can anyone hear me now?
But no one hears at all.
The love song writer sings,
All alone when he hears the song,
Of the knock at the door.
Face me red roses, falling apart.
In the house of someone that you strengthen and left behind.
Your love is so pure tearing your down.
They say,
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Lyrics submitted by remembermaine
Track duration: 05:18
"The Lovesong Writer" as written by Geoffrey/keeley Rickly
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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Geoff has said that this song is about the bull shit songs on the radio, I think he means bands like Fall Out Boy, P!ATD and that shit. I have a podcast where he says that he was influenced by an book he read about an author who imagined that all his characters would come to life after he wrote them down. Geoff said that if this was really what happened, there would be a lot of depressed people running around saying "fuck you" to their authors. I love how complex this song is and Geoff really has to be some kind of evil genius to be able to have the capacity to write about complex themes like this. Their new(ish) cd reminds me a lot of how Radiohead showed the music community their musical talent, maturity, and complexity with their 1995 release "The Bends" I can't wait for their next full length.
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*The Dystopianist, Thinking Of His Rival, Is Interrupted By A Knock On The Door (found in Men And Cartoons: Stories by Lethem)
GEOFF: It's a short story called "The Dystopianist"*. (It has a much longer title but I'll call it that for brevity's sake.) The idea was a sort of Vonnegut-style writer sitting down thinking about how good he is and how his rival is actually so much better than him. And while he's thinking all these petty thoughts, one of his characters shows up at his door and says, "I know you're a writer and all, but why'd you have to make me a suicidal sheep? Being a suicidal sheep sort of sucks
The Queen of Spades thing above has to be correct.
Brilliant song!
In the podcast Thursday put out for this song Geoff says this song is about (obviously) lovesongs and the people who write them. He says that lovesongs today aren't even about love anymore but more ownership.
Part of it is about writing music so personal it's hard to play it for anyone else, like a guy Geoff knew (and I'm sure he can relate to it on some level too given the nature of his songs).
In the podcast Geoff cites a piece of writing by Jonathan Lethem entitled something to the effect of Utopian and compares lovesongs to a writer in the piece who creates this sheep character who's suicidal and eventually the sheep comes back to the writer and says, as Geoff so eloquently puts it, "Well you made me like this, so like, thanks...douchebag."
He connects this to today's lovesongs where the songwriters make these songs with no regard to the people who hear them on the radio and how callous it is. That's what I got out of the podcast, anyways.
To explain the queen of spades part for MasterKismet, this is what I take from it: In the game of Hearts (you know, the card game) the object is to have the fewest points. During play, for each card of hearts that you get you also get one point on your score. The queen of spades, however, is a special card worth 13; equal to all of the hearts put together. So basically I think he is comparing the person in the lovesong (or whoever the "you" is) to the queen of spades and how terrible she is. Sorry I couldn't explain that more eloquently, haha.
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'With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies' This reminds me of someone close to me, who has such a hidden talent but rarely lets it surface. A complete waste of what could be amazing music. This song to me highlights missed opportunities, and lack of self confidence. It also displays how someone has said before me, that not all songs have to be based on women. I love it.
So relaxed and yet a little eerie. Over all very effective and a beautiful unusual storyline of lyrics.
Pure amaze.