NK World Service (KRG001) / Tin Angel (TAR048)
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lyrics
Weave through the mob on Sunset,
Clutching my things,
The maddening crowd knows no bounds now,
The evening sings.
So I pick my side streets careful,
And move through shadows,
To the fountain in the park,
I gaze up at the klieg lights…
Oh woah woah.
I do not know what it’s like,
And I move in close,
I picture your hat on the floor now,
And hear the noise next door.
If I came here to dance there’d be dancing,
As tiny bubbles fill the air,
And if the rain could come down,
Tinseltown and I would just stand there.
(C) Wish someone would care for me,
(Well, don’t look now)
Wish someone would care for me,
(Well, don’t look now)
How I wish someone would care for me,
(Well, don’t look now)
Wish someone would care for me,
(Well, don’t look now)
The scene is familiar to me now,
Distant music among the flowers,
And these nerves are sure to pass,
As I stay put and wait the hours.
And in my secret life I know just where to go,
Won’t you take me away,
Never thought I would see this place now in morning light,
As leaves blow along the beach,
Right where you last saw me,
I’ve got no place special to be.
Nicholas Krgovich is a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from Vancouver, Canada. Described by the legendary Robert Wyatt as “quite beautiful, very touching… human” he has been releasing records and playing shows since 2002.
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An intimate record that comes and goes like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day. Barely noticeable at the time, but memorable on days when that gentle breeze is a distant, treasured memory. Noah Wilson