Another tune from the pen of LCK.
So I'm putting together a 4-song submission for ASCAP’s Songwriter's Workshop. And I'd like to know what you think of this recording.
The main body of the tune was recorded live at Birdland in New York City, on someone’s iPod, during a singing workshop with Tierney Sutton. The audio quality is low, but the musicians — The Christian Jacob Trio (also known as The Tierney Sutton Band) — were phenomenal. I also stumbled a little with the lyric.
The main body of the tune was recorded live at Birdland in New York City, on someone’s iPod, during a singing workshop with Tierney Sutton. The audio quality is low, but the musicians — The Christian Jacob Trio (also known as The Tierney Sutton Band) — were phenomenal. I also stumbled a little with the lyric.
I can probably clean up the sound using Garage Band, and maybe splice the first bridge into the 2nd section of the song. The question is, is the sound quality too low to bother?
It was just like love without the aggravation—
a rich blend of warm friends, cool conversation,
plus the thought that rain or shine you’ve always got
great company.
great company.
Hey, that sounds a lot like love to me.
It was just like you to keep my engine purring
while guys you knew were the same bad dream, recurring.
I still don’t know what made you feel you had to go
through all that fuss
when it was so much like love with us.
through all that fuss
when it was so much like love with us.
I guess I should have understood
the rules of the game—
the rules of the game—
used those good old tools of the game
that make hearts dance.
that make hearts dance.
Yet sad to say I’m like those wayward
fools of the game
fools of the game
who’d rather wait for one true love
than waste time on romance.
than waste time on romance.
It was just like me to fix what isn’t broken.
Too late I see some things should have stayed unspoken.
Yet in a blaze of reckless honesty our days
of fun were done.
I spoke one phrase and watched you run.
Yet in a blaze of reckless honesty our days
of fun were done.
I spoke one phrase and watched you run.
(musical interlude, repeat bridge)
It was just like bliss that couldn’t clear the runway.
At last, we kiss, though not quite in the fun way.
It’s all gone bust. Yet as we kiss goodbye I trust
you’ll share this toast:
you’ll share this toast:
Wasn’t it just like love, almost?
’Cause it hurts just like love almost…
Words and Music © 2006 by Lee Charles Kelley
West Sixty Ninth Street Music (ASCAP)


