Wichita
Written in a fit of lonliness on my 24th Bday. This song is written from a man's perspective. I think I wrote it about myself. To myself from someone else. Or I wrote it as somebody else to me. Same thing. So it sounds lesbo. I like it too much to change it. I am actually hoping (hint hint) that our friends from Nashville will like it enough to at least record it for me. I'd love to hear a man sing it.
Lyrics
easy girl
on the eyes
wish that I could make her see
how much I love her
gentle girl
she can be so kind
wish that I could make her feel
how much I love her
I can hear a train go by
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a radiator
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a man's voice
in the background when she calls me
from her new place
in Wichita
brilliant girl
bright as the sun
wish that I could make her know
how much I love her
voice like snow
falling in december
wonder why she can't hear
how much I love her
and I can hear a train go by
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a radiator
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a man's voice
in the background when she calls me
from her new place
in Wichita
Lyrics
easy girl
on the eyes
wish that I could make her see
how much I love her
gentle girl
she can be so kind
wish that I could make her feel
how much I love her
I can hear a train go by
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a radiator
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a man's voice
in the background when she calls me
from her new place
in Wichita
brilliant girl
bright as the sun
wish that I could make her know
how much I love her
voice like snow
falling in december
wonder why she can't hear
how much I love her
and I can hear a train go by
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a radiator
in the background when she calls me
I can hear a man's voice
in the background when she calls me
from her new place
in Wichita
posted by k_sra at 10/06/2004 05:03:00 PM
19 Comments:
Oh, K, this song is my favorite noise I've ever heard you make with your voice in the entire 20-shmiggity years I've known you.
I can't hear it, but I bet it's really good.
What a depressing thing to be single, having to write your own romantic songs for yourself, sheesh. A wise 6 year old said, in reaction to hearing this song, "you know those sad songs just make me want to cry; so why do you listen to them?"
I just watched Eternal Sunshine last night, so frickin' romantic, I just wanted to head right out and dye my hair tangerine and adopt out all my kids and sleep in a tree hanging in a sleeping bag.
I better go change a diaper or wipe a snotty nose or something to snap me out of this $#@&! aarg.
Lyds, why can't you hear it? Are you at work or is the link not working?
Fids, don't mock lonely people. They write the best shit. Create the best art. Sing the best songs...
There's something to be said for longing.
K_sra, don't condescend to non-lonely people. They write the best shit. Create the best art. Sing the best songs...
There's something to be said for contentment.
(My inner referee just got a brand new whistle and wanted to use it. And now it's too loud.)
Anyway, just wanted to point out that the best creative stuff comes from people with at least a modicum of talent and a HUGE amount of belief in themselves and the ultimate WORTHINESS of what they create. The fun (and scary) part of being in a crowd of creators is that nobody, but nobody, can predict from whence (or from whom) the next amazing creation will proceed. Nobody on this planet has a monopoly on the good stuff... no matter how lonely or cozy they are.
Oh, and I second the Nashville vote. You're a daisy if you do.
You're both wrong. It's people with imaginary friends that write the best stuff. I mean, how many people that roam the streets seemingly talking to themselves have you known that weren't artistic geniuses?
Nice whistle, H+P...
...and you can't come to my pity parties anymore. (pouts)
But you're right. We all know you're right.
I shmoogity you, shmoogity.
(Better than smurfs, right? But what color are shmoogities?)
K, you're on. Taken Wichita under my wing and will post my non-lesbo take on a pretty song on Belfry, The. Stay tuned. This should be fun.
(That means he's a D-A-I-S-Y.) (And it probably also means I'm your huckleberry.)
Finally had a chance to listen to it. Beautiful song, [k]. The words really work. Radiator. Wichita. Pretty words in there.
Thanks, World. I like it, too. It calms me just to sing it.
And thanks, John. Just what I'd hoped you would say. : )
I was just hoping someone would sing it to me. Or something.
Yes, though I wish it was better than phone quality. You really must record a CD, [k]. You have a ready-made fan base right here.
Two last comments:
This just got the see/feel/know/hear thing. Very nice. Song's really perfect.
I really love the banjo. I'm building my wife a cigar box banjo in the workshed I built for such purposes. I also have a ukulele, which I like almost as much. Wish I know how to play something.
Grrr. Please read "This just got" as "I just got".
There you go, K. My version of Wichita is posted on Belfry, The. I hope you like my arrangement of it; it's really just a scratch-track, but it's not too bad. Now you've heard a man sing it.
This is my favorite. Very nice.
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