Same old sad song on the radio. Why don’t you play me something rocking? I only love you when you’re singing way too loud. A little out of reach, but low down and sweet. Could you pick up the beat a little? How come you never write songs about me baby? I got a sweet mad angel burning up my telephone wires. She asks me “baby, how you do?” I almost always say “alright. I just need to hear your voice for a while that I might sleep. I seem to hold onto your words just fine. It’s your sound that I can’t keep.” Love’s just like some dear old friend of mine. I don’t talk to her often. Think about her almost all the time. And desolate don’t mean desperate. Just rode hard and put away wet. How come you never write songs about me anymore? I got a sweet mad angel burning up my telephone wires. She asks me “baby, how you do?” I almost always say “alright. I just need to hear your voice for a while that I might sleep. I seem to hold onto your words just fine. It’s your sound that I can’t keep.”
credits
from J. Chris Smith and Belfaster,
released October 19, 2022
Chris – Vox + Acoustic Guitar + Electric Guitar
Jesse Huebner – Bass Guitar + Piano
Stephen Gardner – Drums
Marc – Lap Steel
Mixed by Jesse Huebner at Blü Bunny Lounge