Post by davidhanners on Jan 13, 2007 9:30:53 GMT -5
Here's a re-write of an older tune of mine that went under a different title. I liked most of the lyrics of the old tune, but didn't like the melody I had for it. Finally, goofing around with the guitar one night, I came up with a progression I liked. After cutting a verse or two from the old tune and adding a chorus, I re-christened the song "Exit Jane" and this is it. The moral of your story is even if you think your song's a dog, keep it because somewhere down the line you may figure out how to un-dog it.
EXIT JANE
© 2006 by David Hanners
A wind as wicked as a shot of bourbon
Whistles ‘cross the Nebraska plain
We sit in the truck with the motor runnin’
Nothin’ left to say
‘Cause when we talk it’s just about small things
The cold, the rent, the timing belt
God forbid we should touch something honest
Like how you or I ever felt
Your suitcase is heavy; I set it on the ground
Flip my collar to the wind
As that Old Gray Dog rolls into town
I wonder if I’ll ever see you naked again
chorus:
Bury me in the crook of your neck
Bathe me in your halo effect
Feel the murmurs so hard to detect
Why do you have to go?
I once believed I could divine your thinkin’
Now, you’re blank as fresh drywall
Still, I’ll always be the fool for you
So if you need something, just call
Bus pulls in and it swallows you up
Hope it takes you where you want
I got a hunch your ghost’ll hang ‘round
‘Cause it still has my heart to haunt
(chorus)
A wind as wicked as a shot of bad bourbon
Whistles ‘cross this ancient plain
Ain’t no use tryin’ to reason with
A heart filled with pain
Ain’t no use tryin’ to reason with
A filled with so much pain
EXIT JANE
© 2006 by David Hanners
A wind as wicked as a shot of bourbon
Whistles ‘cross the Nebraska plain
We sit in the truck with the motor runnin’
Nothin’ left to say
‘Cause when we talk it’s just about small things
The cold, the rent, the timing belt
God forbid we should touch something honest
Like how you or I ever felt
Your suitcase is heavy; I set it on the ground
Flip my collar to the wind
As that Old Gray Dog rolls into town
I wonder if I’ll ever see you naked again
chorus:
Bury me in the crook of your neck
Bathe me in your halo effect
Feel the murmurs so hard to detect
Why do you have to go?
I once believed I could divine your thinkin’
Now, you’re blank as fresh drywall
Still, I’ll always be the fool for you
So if you need something, just call
Bus pulls in and it swallows you up
Hope it takes you where you want
I got a hunch your ghost’ll hang ‘round
‘Cause it still has my heart to haunt
(chorus)
A wind as wicked as a shot of bad bourbon
Whistles ‘cross this ancient plain
Ain’t no use tryin’ to reason with
A heart filled with pain
Ain’t no use tryin’ to reason with
A filled with so much pain