I walked along the aqueduct
just before the dawn.
The sun looked old and tired as it came up
but at least now the night is gone…

 

The old college try.

One last night of talking. Crying. Yelling, maybe. Holding each other quietly. And then walking out into the morning air and knowing nothing will ever be the same again.

Do it enough times, you get good at it.

I had favorite spots I’d go when I was nursing a broken heart. I don’t want to give them away… especially since some of them were also my favorite spots for winning a girl over… crashing surf has often had a positive affect on my love life. It’s the ions or something.

But there aren’t any good aqueducts around here, though. Not that I know of. Maybe some up in the mountains. So that part of this song was pretty much fiction. Southern California leans more toward concrete-trapped rivers… which have their own parched charm, I suppose but have never drawn me through the hazy nether-consciousness of a broken heart as have various seaside cliffs, dumpy oil well-covered hills overlooking endless grids of twinkling lights, or lonely stretches of sand.

But I have strolled along a few aqueducts in North America and Europe and I thought there was something kind of evocative about the notion.

Also, characters in my songs had walked by oceans, rivers, streams, floated on ponds, splashed in puddles, driven along lonely coasts and generally explored most of the other song-worthy picturesques that come easily to mind.

That’s why.

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Now, Baby It’s Never

Everything you say
seems to mean goodbye
Though we talked forever
I never did know why

Now baby its never
our time wont come again
This time forever baby
This time it’s the end

Tonight when I kissed you
it burned me to my soul
Everything I thought I knew
was all a lie I know

Now baby its never…

I walked along the aqueduct
just before the dawn
The sun looked old and tired as it came up
but at least, now, the night is gone

Now baby its never
our time wont come again
This time forever baby
This time it’s the end

(C)1991, TK Major