Is the Is Are

Loose Ends

The Artroom Wonder

I see you out
every night
just like me
I wonder what you're chasing now
do you get it for free?
the only one
to talk you down
wont pick up the phone
here we go in this roundabout
its better than sleeping alone

This is getting out of hand
You did it to yourself again
This is getting out of hand
You did it to yourself

Its not your crowd
crazy eyes
glitter and gold
everybody's coming down
standing in the cold
drive around
a thousand miles
nowhere to go
I pass your house a thousand times
nobody's home

This is getting out of hand
You did to yourself again
This is getting out of hand
You did it to yourself

You Did It To Yourself Again

1974

This Is The Same Recording As 
The Numero 'Sweethearts Deluxe' Version
But Slowed To The "Proper" Speed 
And With A Stereo Mix!
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My Former Manager & Co-Producer Of The Track
Had Sped-Up The Mix For The Tax Scam 'Sweethearts' Album In 1977
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Musically, This Owes A Lot To Queen 
Kind Of A Straight-Forward Pop Ballad 
That Becomes Dramatic In The Bridge Section
I Believe Bob Claster Plays Piano &
I Think I Play Bass - If I Didn't, It Might Be Bob
But I Definitely Play An Acoustic Rhythm Guitar 
& An Electric Guitar In The Bridge
And The Vocals And...
Did Some Cymbal Smashing Too
Bob May Have Bashed Some Cymbals Too
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MEMORY LANE

No, Not Tonight I Got To Stay Inside
Too Many Things That Are On My Mind
Over & Over I Will Twist On Her Name
Doing The Stroll On Memory Lane
Wo Ooh-Wo, Ooh-Wo Ooh-Whoa-Oh-Oh

And All The Lights In The City 
Would Only Take Their Toll
I Couldn’t Drink Away 
My Heart & Soul

So Run Boy Run - With The Wind In Your Hair
Good Times Are Waiting - No Time To Spare
Tell Her If You See Her That I Can Explain
I’m Doing Time On Memory Lane
Wo Ooh-Wo, Ooh-Wo Ooh-Wo 

And All The Lights In The City 
Would Only Take Their Toll
I Couldn’t Drink Away 
My Heart & Soul

®rgoldman dragbunt music

MEMORY LANE

A slower, sad one.

These half-assed rhymes can't pay the rent
And everything is transient

Sun through the blinds
Lights up the floating motes of dust
See them dancing randomly


I have of late whereof I know not lost all my mirth
Bring back my mirth to me you mother hugger

Mirth

It's no surprise that the 1994 "Gold Soundz" would be included on the recent Best of Pavement album, Quarantine the Past. The stream-of-consciousness lyrics, broken only to alert the band of the coming chorus, are a big part of what makes the band's entire catalog so compelling—but it's the surprisingly understated instrumental section that always does me in. A smattering of guitars rise and fall with graceful ambiguity, blooming in the middle in a fit of unexpected ecstasy only to collapse drunk on the floor. Beautiful.

Gold Soundz by Pavement

Under Color of Official Right

Bad Advice

Alone (Remastered 2016)

Forged Prescriptions

Walking With Jesus

Thanks For Listening
I've Been Writing & Recording Songs 
Since 1964 - When I Was 14  
I Couldn't Read Or Write Music
So In Order To Remember It 
I Had To Record It 
By The Late '70s, I Realized 
I Had To Be My Own Favorite Artist  
And Keep Track Of The Songs I'd Written 
To Keep Me Company In My Old Age
So - I Did & This SoundCloud Collection 
Is A 'Musical Diary' Of My Life 
For The Last 60 Years
By Clicking "Playlists" 
You Can Follow My 'Progressions'
By The Decades

MEMORY LANE

Richard Goldman

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