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by John Wesley
I wish I could feel just a little of nothing
instead of losing my mind
Like some bad dream relentlessly coming
It won't let me sleep at night
I can't believe what you've taken from me
or more like you've taken from us
any held hope of us being together
any last remnant of trust
You can take away so many things
the money, the tv, or the car
but you can not take away my memories
these I will always carry with me
you cannot take away these memories
I remember laughin' til four in the morning
then of lovin' till dawn
the way the sun lit your crystal blue eyes
in mine you could never do wrong
watching you sleep and hearing you breathe
just laying there holding you tight
drinking with Billy while your sister was sleeping
making love after a fight
These are the moments I'm gonna be keeping
these are the treasures important to me
you can have the car and the tv
these things mean nothing to me
No matter how far you can run
no matter how far you go
I'll always carry you right here inside me
right here inside me
right here inside me
by John Wesley
Are you looking for a best friend
are you needing a change of scene
maybe someone to have and hold
are you wanting to share your dream
I stand on the steps at Montmartre
want so much to make you a part
of all that is and all of this
I want to share my dream
I love how you get excited
when I walk through the door
the quiet whispers in my ear
of how you never felt so loved before
We've go so much to live for
so many things knockin' on our door
together nothing is out of reach
when your sharing you dream
by John Wesley
We sit alone together
and the space begins to breathe
distance seems to come alive
why this emptiness between you and me
Where is your compassionate smile
come here take hold of me
I'll stroke your hair for a little while
just rest your eyes, it'll be all right you see
just rest your eyes, it'll be all right you see
We sit alone, together
your Crystal Blues have turned to ice
your heart is colder then November
what is it that I've failed to recognize
I could make all of this better
just don't close your eyes
I could make all of this better
just don't close your eyes
I could make all of this better
please don't close your eyes
by John Wesley
I remember a night we had together
thought that I'd give it to you
we drank and danced and we laughed
and I never thought I'd be without you
would you believe me if I'd said
I'm gonna miss you
when you're gone
I'm sitting here alone
and it's not the first time
but you know it's probably the worst
I remember the way that you held me
and touched me as if I was your first
would you believe me if I said
I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
I don't know what's in Ohio
God you never made the answer clear
but I know someone that needs ya
but that someone is living here
It's gotten outta hand between us
vicious is something
it should have never been
it's just the coldest part of losing
think I'll just live that night again
Would you believe me
if I said I'm gonna need you when you're gone
I'm gonna love you when you're gone
by John Wesley
Say goodbye to the girl with the pale blue eyes
is she too tired to see
oh no, she's just tired of me
I am in love with the girl of the pale blue eyes
is she too blind to see
what all this is doing to me
She looks away when she sees me comin'
I lose my words when I try to speak
she won't defend her reasons for runnin'
she's just tired of being part of this losin' streak
Says she's got herself a good new man
say's this time she won't tell no lies
I can't help but to want to tell him
don't believe what it is you see in those eyes
And should those blue eyes see another
and should your lips feel his kiss
then God just let me shut my eyes to you
and help me find a way to get out of this
keep me sane while I'm getting out of this
then say goodbye to the girl with the pale blue eyes
by John Wesley
When I look into your eyes
it worries me what I see
some kinda storm blowin' around
darlin' you know there is nothing I can do for you
cause I'm not the one you thought you found
Keep you distance
there's no chance of holding me
trust me - it won't do you any good
I know this is not what I promised you
I never seem to keep the ones I should
Don't look - it's a long way down
watch out it's a long way down
and getting up ain't something you've got left in you
and if you fall - I will not be around
careful love, it's a long way down
Maybe all of this went just a little far
a subtle response to a letter I read
my intention was only to humble you
seems l've brought you to your knees instead
so careful love - it's a long way down
by John Wesley
The fog sets in and covers the sky
the brightness of the stars will disappear
with no means to reason why
I felt your presence as if you were here
I cover you with all that I am
I still can't see the sky
I still can't see the sky
Watch you fly away Little Blue Angel
watch you race in the wind
why do you fly from me Little Blue Angel
this is not a dream, this is...
The death of a friend
this is the death of a friend
yes you were my friend
I will miss you my friend
by John Wesley
I watched you close your eyes
your body beneath the sheet
as you drifted away
I knew the division was complete
I brushed back your hair
knelt and kissed you goodnight
I knew it was the last time
I'd ever witness the sight
What could have been said
what could have been done
seems I'd been fighting the end
since before we'd begun
I walked out alone you know
I've done this before
shut my eyes, took a breath
turned and closed the door
then the sun rose in front of me
thought of my little one
turned my face into the wind
isn't this place familiar, little girl
seems like we're going
on alone once again
and she said,
you keep walking on right
here beside me
it's just you and me again
Album Credits
Written and recorded by John Wesley during November and December, 1994
Mixed by Jim Morris at Morrisound Studios, Tampa
John Wesley – Acoustic guitar and vocals
Sean Malone – fretless bass: tracks: 2, 3, 4, 5, and Chapman stick, tracks 3, 6
Joe “Rock Boy” McCormick – percussion
Andy “Rock Boy” Junior Irvine – bass: tracks 1, 6, 8 Artwork – Mathew Halpern
Management: Wyatt Management Worldwide, Warren Wyatt and Julie Hines
Special thanks to: CNR Music: Oliver Garnier, Stephane Etienne, Claude Ismael, Marco Visser – Guava Records
Tom Morris – The staff at Morrisound
Friends and family: Mom and Dad, my sisters and their families, Jamie Marie and Brandon, Sherri, Mark, Dave, Paul, Jon, and Anne, Denise, Mark, Steve, Steve, Pete, Ian, Priv, Russel, Todd, Tom, and all the EWB fan clubs, Isabelle Cardin and Anne Sophie Prevot, Sarah, Jon and Kim, Bill and Debbie, Walt, Andy, and Cheryl Lightfritz, Bernard Filipetti at Blah Blah News, Bruno Deltombe at Guitar & Bass, Thierre Busson and Rock Style, Kit and Val, Mario, Metal Mike and Mary. This record is dedicated to the memory of our friends: Laurel Morris, Al Prator, Steve Gruden, and Fred Seit.
From the Cover
Sometimes in the life of an artist, writer, or musician, there will be a need to create a piece of art or music not because it was time for the next record, or some executive breathing down your neck for a new piece of work, or your contract stated it was time, but because it was something that had to be created. There was something inside the artist, burning and tearing him down bit by bit, day by day, slowly eating him alive until he sat down and let out the work that had to be.
What could be the cause of such a thing? For me it was the loss of someone beloved. The loss of my lover, my best friend, someone I wanted to spend my life with. A subject all too familiar and expressed in every form of art a thousand times, a set of circumstances we have all lived in many ways, a subject I have written on many times in the past. But this time for me, was different. Usually I can write with control, with definition and purpose, the subject matter being well thought out and meditated upon. This time there was no control, no though or concept of presentation and certainly no reference to commerciality. This was personal. These songs forced themselves out, sometimes in only a day. I never wanted to write these songs. I never wanted to feel these feelings, not about her. This is not meant to be my next record. This is a collection of acoustic songs written and recorded in my bedroom studio, recorded with the original intention that only her and I ever hear it. As it developed, I knew that I should not keep this music just between us. So I brought in some of my friends to perform on the music and expand the songs, bringing them to life. I have decided to share these songs with you. I have always based my writing on experience and honesty. And after listening to this, it is one of the most honest and simple pieces of work I have ever created. I hope you can enjoy it. It is called “The Closing Of The Pale Blue Eyes.”
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