#13: Typewriter

Song writing credit to Jon Dhama who wrote the melody for this chorus almost 13 years ago. We played in a band together when we were younger so some melodies have sort of fallen into the 'ours' basket. But nevertheless, all forensic research seems to indicate that Jon is in fact the paternal origin of this melody. Actually the story is sort of funny...I wrote the melody and started creating the imagery of this song about 10 years ago.  So although this is a new recording and really a totally new creation the components are quite old.  

So strange things happened recording this song. First of all my throat was killing so I sang the song down an octave from what I was planning. So that created a certain vibe right off. And the next strange thing is that it started pouring rain while I was recording the vocals. Since my place has a big skylight and the back wall is all windows it made a terrible noise but I kept singing through it. So the rain you hear isn't a sound effect or something off of a Solitudes CD; It's just the weather.

Type writer laying on my desk, it works no more so there it will lay, it works no more so there it will stay, this angel of mine her eye's on me now. My fingers bleed on a broken string, it works no more so there it will lay, it works no more so there it will stay, this angel of mine she can hear me sing. This angel of mine she does what she can.

When we're old we'll see things clearly; won't let our veins become so intertwined. With two hearts pumping and no one breathing; delirium of love was just a slow decline.

My stomach's laying on the ground, it works no more so there it will lay, it works no more so there it will stay, angel of mine she'll come for me now, angel of mine please come for me now. Angel of mine laying on the ground, her wings are broke so there she'll lay, her wings are broke so there she'll stay, this devil of mine he's got me now. This devil of mine he wins in the end.