Kristin (Was Never Here)

It's too hot to think, here... it's certainly too hot to strap on a pair of headphones. I recorded this last week and put it aside for just such an occasion.

Kristin was written for an album of "girl name songs" back in 1996, The Barista Cycle. The women behind the names that inspired the songs were real -- they worked at my favorite coffee shop -- but the songs and the girls in them were entirely fictional. (Still it made for a few awkard moments with a couple of boyfriends and husbands.)

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Kristin Was Never Here

Kristin was never here
You didn't see her slip in the back way
You didn'st see her float up the stairs
You didn't see her perfect hand on my door
Because Kristin was never here

She loves me twice as much as him
Lord, I know that's true
but she loves those kids 10000 times more
and, man, I know that too

Nothing adds up or works out right
Nothing's gonna make it so
I've run the numbers a million times
at the bottom line I gotta go

Kristin was never here...

one last time I swear we only kissed
for a moment there were only two
eternity is where parallel lines meet
and all lies are true

You didn't see her slip in the back way
You didn'st see her float up the stairs
You didn't see her perfect hand on my door
Because Kristin was never here

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Did I mention it's hot here? Stinking hot. Melting plastic hot.

Hot, hot, hot.

Hot.

(And, yes, my Riverside and San Berdoo brothers and sisters -- I know I don't know the meaning of the word.)