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Song of the Day: Madonna – “Dress You Up” (includes chords/lyrics)

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I’m sorry, with all that talk about expensive clothing I just couldn’t resist.

Madonna – “Dress You Up”

For the record, it started out with less reverb, and then Elise came in and insisted that a properly faithful early-Madonna cover would require more.

Since I literally threw this together in about twenty minutes it’s not as precious as my Trio stuff, and as I was finished it up I thought, Hey, since it’s not in Trio a little harmony is fair game. And, of course, the 12 seconds of harmony is now my favorite part of the entire song.

(I swear I have a Trio completely done and ready to deploy as soon as I mix it down and convert it to MP3s. Seriously. This did not interrupt Trioing any more than going to the bathroom or bathing. (And, yes, you can safely assume from that that I prioritize anything related to Madonna higher than personal hygiene.))

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Wow, new lyrics, i could almost faint… they aren’t very polished yet (lots of weird logic), but their catchiness is already coming together. I feel as though i was channeling Heart at the time…

Wait – (Peter/Gina)

Lying here on the floor, waiting for you. It’s what i do even though i don’t want to want you, but you’ve got my heart on a string. I wish you’d keep it tied to you, but you leave it to yo-yo around, and i never know quite what to do! So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you.

You call me on the phone, and i wish i pretended i wasn’t home… when i hear your voice i let you in, i hold you close. You twist my guts up, baby, and it’s fucked up how we can’t deny each other for long enough for us to decide. So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you. I would do anything to amuse you, to crack that stoneface baby i’d do anything break on through. Until i do i’m just like another wolf howling at the moon, because i know what i want and i need it soon. I don’t want to wait for you.

By the time i hang up the phone i’m hung up on you all over again; every time i think i can put it to an end we just begin. I swear you off and then you come over to stain the sheets. The next morning you leave me alone, sitting on the washing machine.So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you. You tore my heart out, wonder if i can reassemble it to something that resembles what we had. You tore my heart out, wonder if i can reassemble it to something that resembles what we had. I can’t, i can’t, i can’t.

I can’t wait for you.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2002/12/90026497/

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Wow, i haven’t done this in a while… i’m still working on these… audio tomorrow, maybe. Oh, and if this makes your screen all screwy, then you are definitely in 800×600 :p

i said you weren't like other girls, maybe meaning that other girls are like you
and the learning curve is the one of your hips, eventually i plan to figure it all out
how to get past crying over you
          i'm inconsolably yours, nothing you say will make this better
          curled up on the floor, i've been crying for hours, i've never been wetter
our phrases unveiled are medusa's gaze reversed, we're putty with each other usually
what a change it would be to be as hard as stone, our phrases slung ineffectually
when i called you house you wre playing our favourite record - repossessing it for yourself
          i'm inconsolably yours, nothing you say will make this better
          curled up on the floor, i've been crying for hours, i've never been wetter
          uncontrollably spinning - out of control, emotions are on the loom
                   i'm spun out over y o  u
maybe i'm better off alone, with only myself to hurt and to make cry
maybe we could wait till
           we're older,
           i'm jaded,
           you're colder
                to give this another try
maybe we wouldn't feel anything then
but until it happens, can i come over to share your bed?
          i'm inconsolably yours, lyring next to you won't heal the wounds
          left by inexplicable anger, yours and mine, will this be over soon?
          i ran out of tissues, can i use your shoulder?
          i miss you, i love you
          i love you

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2002/03/75046251/

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The room is teeming with other conversations as i zoom in on your smile and the words that you say. Funny how the whole world can reduce down to just one person like the fractions we studied back in third grade. And this is like recess out in the schoolyard; I’m wide eyed and laughing, so out of breath. I’ve got the same butterflies so tightly jarred in my stomach, their wings flutter in my chest

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2002/02/9599620/

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Songs have been absolutely blindsiding me lately, and it’s exciting and frustrating all at once. Suddenly i don’t seem to be writing about myself anymore, but those oft-invoked nearly-fictional characters that all songwriters have wandering around in their head. It’s exciting because i seem to have suddenly inherited the mystical powers of an actual writer, but it’s altogether frustrating because i can’t seem to write about what i’m feeling. I wrote “So Hard” based on a single line i had written in a blank IM window, and it seemed as though it would be a throw-away lark until i found myself playing it every time i picked up my guitar. Similarly, last week i began to write “Seams” simply about how the cold makes my walk home seem twice as long, but it transformed into a lament that was entirely indicative of my feelings while being about someone not quite myself.


So, tonight when Andy quipped via IM that he had intentions on writing a song with the line
“You have no proof I said I love you” in it for his non-existent grad-student band i should have known not to joke about writing it. Cause, well, what started out as idly typing a handful of phrases into an empty window wound up writing a whole damn song… all the fault of the following few lines: “Another envelope taped closed. Sharpie marker employed to print out my address. The shredded letter inside leaves your message fairly clear: Return to sender, i guess.”

Actually, Andy had intentions of “You have no proof I said I love you” being the title of his song and, while i’m not sure if it is anymore, we’ve definitely wound up with a song about torn up letters, battered old shoeboxes, accidental hand jobs in the back seats of sedans, and a vitriolic serenade from a suburban front lawn. And, well, since i generally seem to avoid titles longer than four words, let’s just call it “proof” for now, okay? Audio forthcoming, as soon as it stops being 1am :p

Meanwhile, it’s late and i may be a total moron, so here’s a reminder of what i need to read when i wake up tomorrow: CityStories, GlacierGrrl, Andy’s new post.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2002/01/8959739/