An over the top, cry in your beer song about losing the girl. Keokuk, by the way, is a city in Iowa.
The music is original, creative and from the heart. I hope you have as much fun listening as I had making it. Thanks for tuning in. Keep fighting the good fig
'Perfusion' is the moniker for this one-man musical juggernaut. I record all of my own material in the basement, after the kids are asleep! One track has a female backing vocal but all the rest is just l'il ol me. About 2/3 of the songs were done using Studio One - 3 and ProTools computer based software and the others on the Boss BR 1180 free-standing workstation.
In 2015 and 2016, string orchestra pieces I wrote were features in the season with the Turtle Creek Chamber Orchestra. In 2011 I was honored to receive the Janesville Arts Council People's Choice Award for Outstanding CD/Song for "I Married the Prom Queen"...
Story behind the song
Always wanted to write a song about lonliness in this Eagle-esque genre. And it's Keokuk, Iowa.
Lyrics
Ever since the day a crack went through the middle of the world,
The day you told me its not you its me,
And all the clocks had struck 13,
And madness clipped the edge of reason,
I finally saw how much Id never seen.
And all the seeds that we had planted, some just never grew,
I took for granted all the sunshine and the rain,
The fertile ground where we went walking, is dried and cracked from never talking,
The time to reap the harvest never came.
Looking through these misty eyes, I see a tide that doesnt rise,
And a silhouette of Venus made of stone,
And a single swaying palm tree, and a glass thats almost empty,
And a burnt Sienna sunrise all alone,
Im hard at work its 4 oclock, the office starts to flutter,
Cos quittin time is just around the bend,
But the hour I once longed for, brings me closer to the heartache,
Of walking out to face the world again.
I went out to go romancing; I went and tried line dancing,
I even up and joined the local Y.
But the club where I most want to be, doesnt seem to want a guy like me,
Now I sing this song and wonder why,
Looking through these misty eyes, I see a tide that doesnt rise,
And a silhouette of Venus made of stone,
And a single swaying palm tree, and a glass thats almost empty,
And a burnt Sienna sunrise all alone,
Its late at night and by myself, just playing online hold em,
With a guy from Spain and another from Keokuk,
What a shame I dont have aces, cause if they could see my face,
Theyd know that I was on the skids and out of luck.
Looking through these misty eyes, I see a tide that doesnt rise,
And a silhouette of Venus made of stone,
And a single swaying palm tree, and a glass thats almost empty,
And a burnt Sienna sunrise all alone,
