The Story Behind The Song

[Casey H]

OK, New thread... Post here a short description of the story behind your song, the lyrics, and (optionally but preferred) a link to play it... Casey

[og]

I was recently divorced, in a denial-based relationship, living in a little house by the railyard. I wanted to write a train song. As I was coming home one day, I saw three wise man figures banded together by the curb at the funeral home where the X-mas display was. I went home and wrote "Waitin' For A Sign" in about thirty minutes.WAITIN’ FOR A SIGN Copyright 2004 Edward E. Null Throw a rock from my front yard, hit the engine passing by headed south through town. And in just a little while if it’s quiet where you are you can hear that engine whine headed for the mines. That old train keeps movin’ on, I’m still sittin’ here Waitin’ for a Sign. It was just the early spring when you gave a little smile for my chocolate Valentine. Now on the corner down the street there’s three wise men in the snow for the town Nativity, it’s almost Christmas time. Yeah, the seasons move along, I’m still sittin’ here, Waitin’ for a Sign. When there finally comes a time you’ve dotted all your I’s and crossed off all your T’s I’ll be sittin’ here waitin’ for a sign that you’ve made up your mind it’s time for you and me. I’ve gone a little gray but I’m still sittin’ here with all my love inside. The train goes by so close I can feel it in my sleep headed north through town with about a dozen cars loaded with iron ore to be smelted down. It’s Granite City bound. That old train keeps movin’ on, I’m still sittin’ here Waitin’ for a Sign. Throw a rock from my front yard, hit the engine passin’ by headed south for you.Hear it at the Soundclick link below. Sorry I don't know how to manipulate the lyrics to make them look right.

[nomiyah]

i like the images in your lyrics, old goat

[Casey H]

og, thanks for being the first to break the ice here...Around 1980 I went on a long business trip to Haifa, Israel- a beautiful port city. Depsite, all the perks of spending a month in a country I always wanted to see, living it up on the expense report, etc., I was very homesick and missed my then girlfriend from NYC. To keep me company on the trip, I rented a nylon string guitar and would play it on the balcony of my hotel. One day I picked it up and this song came out. It's not hit single material by any means, but a favorite of mine anyway...P.S. There is a tradition at the Western Wall in Jerusalem of writing the names of loved ones on a piece of paper and placing the paper in between the bricks of the wall. Hence, verse 2 (my fav verse)...P.P.S. It was originally titled, "From My Haifa Hotel Window" when I thought I was a Beatle (LOL)... I changed it later to something that made more sense...www.broadjam.com/hurowitz The Foreign Sun © 2000 Words and Music by Charles P. Hurowitz Verse 1 I dreamed last night I was on a plane And you were at the airport waiting I caught the smile on your face When you saw my body through the gate You ran, you cried, you missed me so I spent the night with you alone Flew half the world and it isn’t fun To lie without you in the foreign sun Verse 2 At the Western Wall I stood and prayed My place in you has not been taken The ancient bricks now hold your name May God’s love from you not be taken Oh Holy land please let me go I’ve had my fill of sand and stone Flew half the world and it isn’t fun To lie without you in the foreign sun Verse 3 I’m tired of hotel luxury I’d take your studio for free And I would give up part of me If from this window I could see The Hudson River oh so wide The bridge across from the riverside Flew half the world and it isn’t fun To lie without you in the foreign sun Ending I dreamed last night I was on a plane And you were at the airport waiting

[edteja]

I used to live in Venezuela. I went with some friends up to the little oil town of El Tigre. They lived in the barrio, and we sat around in the yard, among a lot of junked cars, dogs, pretty girls, bottles of rum and generally had a pretty good time. But most of the folks living in the barrio either grew up there or were illegal aliens from Ghyana. A few were anglos. There were all kind of stuck. And I felt stuck. I was only there a few days, but wrote this song about it.Strandedby Ed Teja, ASCAPVERSEI got myself stranded in a small Venezuelan townI don't think that it got me down.I knew that I'd be okay if I remained,Thinking that here I’d slowly feel a change.VERSEIt's not a big place, not too many folks.Not much work, nearly all of them broke.Living on arepas and drinking cheap rum,Spending time watching the sun.CHORUSAnd if you're wondering what I found there to see,Pretty señoritas and a life that's quite free,And if you're wondering how that place held me,Well I was trapped,Trapped as any man could be,Trapped, trapped by my destiny.VERSEAt night I can hear the merenge play.You know I gotta learn that dance one day.At least, that's what all the señoritas say,If I remain, thinking that hereI'm slowly feeling a change.VERSEI can’t stay here many more daysGot move or this place will change all my waysAnd a gringo never really fits inBut leaving still seems like a sin.CHORUSAnd if you're wonderingWhat I found there to do,Well I was just a manWith nothing else to lose.Drinking my cheap rumAnd dreaming of the sea, that's me.REPEAT FIRST VERSE