Nirvana- "You Know You're Right"

Nirvana- "You Know You're Right"

song

i don't know why i never put this on my site. i will soon. it's one of my better later songs. well, it was written five years ago. i never have recorded it, but someday i will. if you could hear it, you'd know it was a Good Thing, even with (and in spite of) my singing.

background: my friend Ria and i went to Europe together in Oct/Nov. '96. we became very, very close friends. the following spring we became lovers. it was extremely romantic at first. extremely so. but before that, she talked very seriously about moving back to her hometown of St. Louis. she was very serious, although she ended up not moving after all. i wrote this song for her. i didn't give it to her until after our love had run its course and we broke up. i'd modified the lyrics somewhat by then, but most of it remained intact. so here it is. it sounds very much like a Steven Stills song. i hope i didn't subconsciously rip off any of his lines.

in parentheses are alternate lyrics.

Ten Silver Needles (for lack of a better title)

A          D        G              A
Ten silver needles, ten lengths of thread
will sew us together over every (all the) mile(s) we tread
A       G            D           A
i never knew it, but you were my friend
will i see you, dear (love), before The End?
         G    D             E             (D)
   & i'd recommend that you stay here with me
     but your heart's just not in it; i may be blind but i see
     i'd make amends, if only i could
     but i can't, so please (just) be good...
                 Fv            Av         Giii          Av
          yes, i knew you were leaving, before you even told
   ya see the look on your face, well, it told me so
          well i stole some of your paper, and wrote you a lil' note
          i hope you leave before you read it...
five dreaming spacemen, all of them blue
dreaming (blue) because they never knew you
fancy that, well i'm dreaming, too
how about you?
   & i, too, will end up blue
     wishing that i had never hurt you
     'coz your heart's made of gold, + if the truth be told,
     i've always wanted that, too
   yeah & each day that comes will probably go
          knowing that i'm growing old
          still, i suppose, there's always (a lil' thing called) Hope
          besides, we'll always have Paris...
one lonely guitar, one lonely string
one lonely player (who just) wants to hear you sing
i would give up all of these things
to have you back (with me) again....

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