Waxing Lyrical

As you may or may not be aware, I have a real penchant for song lyrics. A story in it's own right, a good lyric will pull you into it's arena and weave the most fantastic spell around you until you're snared. You will also probably hear it a million times a day on the radio, and then by the next new TV season, you'll hear it in various incarnations as a theme tune or incidental music.

So after my post quoting Nickelback's "Rockstar" as my most 'wished I'd written' of last year, here's my new one - "Without You" by The Feeling.  

This song is from their February 2008 released album, "Join With Us", and is quoted on their website as "a moving tale of far-from-home yearning written when the band found themselves in Virginia on the day of the Virginia Tech shootings". In my opinion it certainly paints that far-from-home feeling (no pun intended), however, it definitely has an air of The Carpenters about it - perhaps it's a "Rainy Days and Mondays" ilk or something. Not sure, but it's there.

Enjoy the story - you'll hear it playing out on a radio near you soon...

"WIthout You" by The Feeling

Winters come and summers go 

Last time round for all we know 

Wonder what the time is in London 

As they tear this world apart

Step by step it breaks my heart 

Wonder what the time is in London 

I know I'm not the only lonely child 

Thirty dead and one teenage gun man 

I wonder what the time is in London, without you 

I get up early every morning, without you 

I open the blind and let the dawn in, without you 

And then I think about growing older, without you 

And my blood runs a little colder, without you 

It's raining hard in North Virginia 

Just like London Town 

Tales of screams from giant screens 

Full of fear and full of beans 

Wonder what the news is in London 

Tell me what I've always known, 

Live is love and love's at home 

Wonder if they miss me in London 

These are the things that make us glad we're still alive 

Even though your heart's in the dungeon 

I wonder what the time is in London, without you 

I get up early every morning, without you 

I open the blind and let the dawn in, without you 

And then I think about growing older, without you 

And my blood runs a little colder, without you 

It's raining hard in North Virginia 

Just like London Town (rpt x3)