Sunset boulevard

from by a Singer of Songs



There’s a TV without sound
I crush my cigarette on the ground
There’s a napkin underneath your glass
An old drunk passed out in the back
There’s a record playing
A wall decaying
A waitress dressed in black
On Sunset Boulevard

There’s a light behind the crack
You get up and say you’ll be right back
I watch as you walk away
Not quite sure whether or not to stay
Eyes are yearning
Feet are burning
I wish you’d stay awhile
On Sunset Boulevard

I’d like to tell you why I feel lonesome tonight
I’d like to lay my head to rest on your chest and sigh
And fade out with you
And fade out with you
And fade out with you

Still the TV without sound
Another cigarette on the ground
The record stops playing
The drunk is swaying
I’ll always be lonely
On Sunset Boulevard


from I dig for gold, released December 1, 2008
written by a Singer of Songs




a Singer of Songs Barcelona

a Singer of Songs' music has been compared to snowflakes falling in slow motion. To a blanket on a cold night and dogs howling into the night. Somebody called their album the soundtrack to a loser's life. The band thinks that's the biggest compliment they ever got.
But yeah, you probably want some useful information. Well, they live in Barcelona and they sing songs. That's about it.
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