
up-fiddler
Taming the World--for now
I haven't written a slow painful unrequited love ballad in a while so here goes. I wrote this one with the guitar and vox together rather than lyrics first/then music, which is my style as of late. Tear it up constructively and I will build it a bit better before I lay it to tape. I am not into style duplication but James Blunt would sing this one about the same way it was written. It wasn't something I was trying for but just came out that way. High, breathy, slow, mournful, .... you get the idea.
The Secret
c. Dave Morehouse 2007
Somebody has a secret.
It’s both juicy and true.
It binds them just like handcuffs
They must wear the whole day through.
(chs)
And they cry at night.
As they wait for sometime special
Shut their dreams up tight
And they wonder why they just can’t tell anyone?
It’s not about the planets.
And it’s not about the stars.
They keep it locked away in granite.
Afraid that they might go too far.
chs
Someday it’s gonna slip out.
At an awkward time and place.
After all it might be worth it
To see the look upon her face.
chs
For now they must be quiet.
Tuck their dreams and thoughts away.
No need now to start a riot.
They can wait another day.
But they still cry at night.
They never seem to find that sometime special
They are filling up inside
And they wonder why they just can’t tell anyone?
Oh I still cry at night.
I never seem to find that sometime special
I am filling up inside
And I wonder why I just can’t tell her?
And I wonder why I just can’t tell her?
And I wonder why I just can’t tell her?
And I wonder will I ever tell?
The Secret
c. Dave Morehouse 2007
Somebody has a secret.
It’s both juicy and true.
It binds them just like handcuffs
They must wear the whole day through.
(chs)
And they cry at night.
As they wait for sometime special
Shut their dreams up tight
And they wonder why they just can’t tell anyone?
It’s not about the planets.
And it’s not about the stars.
They keep it locked away in granite.
Afraid that they might go too far.
chs
Someday it’s gonna slip out.
At an awkward time and place.
After all it might be worth it
To see the look upon her face.
chs
For now they must be quiet.
Tuck their dreams and thoughts away.
No need now to start a riot.
They can wait another day.
But they still cry at night.
They never seem to find that sometime special
They are filling up inside
And they wonder why they just can’t tell anyone?
Oh I still cry at night.
I never seem to find that sometime special
I am filling up inside
And I wonder why I just can’t tell her?
And I wonder why I just can’t tell her?
And I wonder why I just can’t tell her?
And I wonder will I ever tell?