I forget who said that some songs just come from the sky, out of thin air... I think it was an old blues singer, but I'm sure I'm stealing it from an interview with someone more contemporary.
In any event, sky songs (at least for me) are the exception. Most songs I have to dig for... they're unyielding and just when I'm about to give up and move on to something else, something gives way, I see a spark buried in the ashes and it's enough to keep me working... I work until finally the spark bursts into flame and I have a song. Then that song has to be massaged and obsessed over until it's finally (and finely) shaped into something presentable.
Then, maybe, the band will dig it enough to tear it apart and put it back together into something infinitely cooler than what I intended.
So when a sky song presents itself to me, I tend to blow off anything else I should be doing, like going to the gym or unloading the dishwasher, and take care of business.
REGRET
Left something beneath the moon that night
As the desert sky swallowed our hearts
Had the pitch, the count and all the signs
Couldn't knock it out of the park
Regret, you mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
We all believe that time stands still
Even if we act like it don't
Got a silver bullet and a bulletproof voice
And I'll never leave you alone
Regret, you mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
(Bridge)
I wish I was there before
The ghost signed its name on your door
Maybe the part of this you never knew
Would have been too much
Would have been too true
Now it's done, time to move on
And let the chips fall where they might
Years and miles could never keep us apart
And I'm not going down without a fight
Regret, you mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
Regret, you mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
jbg
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