Lyrics"Magazine"
Music & Lyrics by Scott Cooley.
When prayers don’t get answered by heaven above And it seems like all I’ve got is time When there’s no one to fill my heart with love When my mind’s eye is blind To escape this emptiness I feel I can fill my head with pretty pictures It’s better that I read about things that are real Instead of some made-up scripture They’re merely objects of my desire, I have the will, but not the means Magazine, things I’ll never be able to do Magazine, every time I’ve got a case of the blues Magazine, places I won’t ever go Magazine, things I’ve always wanted to know Magazine, stuff I’ll never be able to own Magazine, dream of calling another place home Travel without being heard or seen, magazine Can’t really afford the monthly rate I’ve been out of circulation But it’s the stories that I can’t go without The trials and the tribulations Can’t make it out to a bookstore A newstand or coffee shop But when it’s delivered to my mailbox It’s a subscription I won’t ever stop Architecture, travel, sports and wildlife, satire set me free Magazine, things I’ll never be able to do Magazine, every time I’ve got a case of the blues Magazine, places I won’t ever go Magazine, things I’ve always wanted to know Magazine, stuff I’ll never be able to own Magazine, dream of calling another place home Travel without being heard or seen, magazine Can’t throw away the old volumes Stacks of fantasies against the wall They’re the closest I’ll get to the real thing These dreams, I paid for them all All it is is just ink and paper And every month it’s sent to my home But it brings the rest of the world to me All the places I’ll never roam All I can do is sit alone and daydream, and live my life vicariously Magazine, things I’ll never be able to do Magazine, every time I’ve got a case of the blues Magazine, places I won’t ever go Magazine, things I’ve always wanted to know Magazine, stuff I’ll never be able to own Magazine, dream of calling another place home Travel without being heard or seen, magazine No one can ever take away my dreams, magazine Copyright © ℗ 2014 by Scott Cooley. All rights reserved. |
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This song was just an experimentation, a project song, wherein I was motivated to figure out what chords jazz songs had in them. I literally googled 'jazz guitar chords' or something like that, and began learning. Then out of the chords I already sort of knew how to play, I strung a few of them together, changed the order around until they sounded good, and oila, it sounded sort of like a jazz song. I have no idea if this technically qualifies as being an actual jazz song or not, probably not, but it's my attempt at something in that vein. Then I thought about what I liked about the vocal standards I've heard over the years, probably on radio, and tried to imagine something that was sort of melancholy and blue and classic-sounding as the subject matter, as some of those songs are. There's a feel to them, which is hard to describe, but anyway, I thought of maybe like a Billy Holliday or Frank Sinatra or Willie Nelson doing old standards or Diana Krall types of songs that I'd heard before and enjoyed.