Dressed up like the King,
New York Halloween.
I could barely see your face,
hardly even note a trace.
A couple months would pass,
snowfall melt to grass.
Finally I’d see you again,
wrapped around your new boyfriend
Baby, if you wanna then I think you oughta
Just let him float on down that stream.
I don’t know how to put picture to sound,
But I know you’ve got all that I need.
How I wish that you were my baby.
The yellow line uptown
used to bring me down.
Mighty how some things just change.
Blue sky wipes your mind of rain.
I’ve got this heart that has spent a good part
of its life in motels all alone,
Crashing on couches and cashing in vouchers,
just dying for a place to call home.
How I wish that you were my baby.
If you left today
Don’t know what I’d say
I would probably light my heart on fire cause
My world spun so scattered, still,
I know nothing mattered until
you were my baby.
And I could not let go
'Cause you might never know.
credits
from Paul Jacobsen And The Madison Arm,
released September 27, 2008
Marcus Bently, Amy Gileadi, Dominic Moore: vocals
Fronck Mantegari: drums
Dan Reneer: keyboards
Scott Wiley: bass, electric guitars, keyboards, drum programming
Paul Jacobsen: vocals, acoustic guitars, keyboards, coins & keys
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden