The Avenues

Another day...another song

The Avenues

Morning fog on a summer day

Should be sunny but it looks like rain

A coffee shop full of broken hearts

Air so sweet like a lit cigar

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

She pulls her hair back off her face

Tilt head smile then a warm embrace

A scoop of sugar from a shaky hand

A dropped out gaze without a plan

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

They say every end can start anew

With a walk on over to the avenues

But a friendly smile and a hug goodbye

She just left, cuz he ain’t right

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

A lowered head, push of the door

She wants less than she did more

They say every end can start anew

As he walks on out of the avenues

Ohhhhh

Ahhhhhh

Oui Have Been Hard At Work

K.C. has been binge writing all week and cranked out six new songs (I Get By, Restless Love, I Won't Sleep, Firefly, Sunday Train, Midnight Drive) and rewrote Deadman.  Meanwhile Dan cranked out two more songs on Tuesday.  Who knows, Oui may have another album's worth by weeks end.

Here's a new one

Midnight Drive

Spent all day inside

Stirring in my fog

Stepping out the front door I come undone

The air smells like rain

Mixed with wet asphalt

 Dragging both my shoes to hear the sound

I took a midnight drive, went running in the rain

Something I’ve debated all my life

Passing cars like trees along the way

Felt so alive that I almost died

The keys in my hand

Are ringing like a bell

Opening my door I’m scared as hell

Blurry highway signs

An unfamiliar road

Reading like a lie told late at night

I took a midnight drive, went running in the rain

Something I’ve debated all my life

Passing cars like trees along the way

Felt so alive that I almost died

Pressing down my foot

Screaming out my name

Rain upon the windshield sheeting off

Slipping from the road

Losing all control

Emptying my lungs the glass is fogged

I took a midnight drive, went running in the rain

Something I’ve debated all my life

Passing cars like trees along the way

Felt so alive that I almost died

I Get By

So I write best when I drink Merlot.  It's a fact.  Here's tonight's bottle.

I Get By

Standing in the stills, slipping off the walls

Walking down the road, without my clothes

Sticking out a thumb and waving down a car

Hopping in front seats, don’t care where they go

Cannot feel a thing, hand upon a flame

Don’t know what it is to be that way

Swimming at an island that isn’t there

Thinking isn’t something I can do again

There was a time, I could get by

I used to know what I was fighting for

If I was young, I wouldn’t dare

As I get old I don’t seem to care

Sun above the hills, dripping down the falls

Wish upon a scar and dream aloud

Screaming down along the avenues

Smoking out my lungs and breathing out

Haven’t learned a thing, nothing all these years

Make-out at a bar without her name

And sitting stupid, while I’m keeping out

Looking at the passed and dream of fame

There was a time, I could get by

I used to know what I was fighting for

If I was young, I wouldn’t dare

As I get old I don’t seem to care

Painted faces laugh, sipping my merlot

Cannot find the girl I used to know

Wishing nothing more than nothing less

Reading tea-leaf lives I lived before

When it gets dark, cannot find the light

Everything is reasoned in the night

Rationale will wait ‘til mourning comes

Nothing ever hurts like a lovers bite

There was a time, I could get by

I used to know what I was fighting for

If I was young, I wouldn’t dare

As I get old I don’t seem to care

Writers block....

I have lyrics with no melodies and melodies that have no meaning.  Missed you by a moment and now I'm missing you for miles.  A country(ish) love song about two people who fell in love while dancing a waltz at a wedding.  When the song ends, the lovers part and now they realize that their lives were on two separate waves that intersected for one day, one dance, one moment, and now they are getting further and further apart.  This is how I write.  I know the story.  I can see it in my head.  I can see the country summer night.  The moist skin.  The wooden outdoor dance floor with light bulbs strung overhead.  I can see the lovers dance.  Getting closer and closer together. Him breathing on her neck.  Her settling into his arms and then, the song ends. Moment's over.  They drift apart as they cling to each other's finger tips and then they too part as she walk off the dance floor and into the blue night.  Gets in a car and drives away.  I can see it, but I can't write it.  I can't feel the emotion. Their emotion.  Not now anyhow.  It's too bad as I think it would've been a great song. Other song ideas that I have written recently - Serendipity Rose, Bay Dreamer - are almost done.  Bay Dreamer is one of my favorite songs that I've ever written.  It's fun to sing, play, and hopefully you'll enjoy it (Oui recently posted it on our reverbnation account - Click on the link to the right).  Serendipity Rose (Brown) or SRB is a song that I've wrestled with for six years now.  Then, one day I sat down and wrote it.  It only took about 15 minutes from start to finish.  I still have to work on the melody with Dan and then hopefully we'll be able to post it here in the next couple weeks.