Monday January 7 2008

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Here are the lyrics I was working on a while back, just because Shelley wanted to see them. It’s part of my whole project of writing songs that you could slow dance to at a high school formal. It’s meant to be cheesy.

the lights are low and a record’s on
your parents are away
I put my hands around your hips
in a high school slow dance sway
falling deeper everyday
bare feet on the lounge room floor
but I don’t understand
what you’re waiting for

a slow dance on a quiet night
maybe you don’t know what’s right
but we’ve got a long time
left and right till you make up your mind

think of all the lies I’d tell
just to make you mine
the finest prize hiding in your eyes
might drive me out of my mind
every curve beneath my hands
every turn and twist
I have to hold my horses babe
wait and dance with you like this

a slow dance on a quiet night
maybe you don’t know what’s right
but we’ve got a long time
left and right till you make up your mind

the lights are low and a record’s on
your parents are away
I put my hands around your hips
in a high school slow dance sway
you don’t have to be afraid
we’ll take it slowly now
only sway from side to side
just like you showed me how

a slow dance on a quiet night
maybe you don’t know what’s right
but we’ve got a long time
left and right till you make up your mind

 

3 Comments »

  1. Awwww, how sweet.

    Comment by nailpolishblues — Monday January 7 2008 @ 8:33 pm

  2. What tune should I be singing this to Mark? Is it a plaintive ballad, a Smiths-style angst track, a disco themed number, or deep house? I’m thinking show-tunes myself :)

    Comment by James — Tuesday January 8 2008 @ 8:27 pm

  3. Nails - Too sweet, methinks!

    James - How about a grindcore hurricane of noise and screaming? I think it would fit the mood more.

    Comment by Mark — Wednesday January 9 2008 @ 8:09 pm

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