{"id":100,"date":"2005-12-24T04:09:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-24T04:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=100"},"modified":"2015-11-02T14:53:24","modified_gmt":"2015-11-02T22:53:24","slug":"i-just-started-to-cry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/12\/24\/i-just-started-to-cry\/","title":{"rendered":"I Just Started to Cry"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"I<\/p>\n

I<\/span>f you’ve ever made love in a hayloft — or tried — you probably realize that the reason such scenes are a fixture of certain romantic literature is that you have to be completely filled with a crazed, don’t give a damn passion to lay down in hay much less roll around in it.<\/p>\n

But waking up in a hayloft the morning after puppy love turns serious during a sudden, summer storm… I’m thinking there might be a few delicious moments, there… or maybe bittersweet, if deep down you know you’re headed out of town as soon as you can get some travelling money together and hop a freight out to one of the coasts or maybe down to the gulf.<\/p>\n

This song is about that moment, that very moment<\/span>, when you know for certain just how much you’re about to throw away.<\/p>\n\n

I Just Started to Cry<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

We ran through the summer night
\nit was hot and it was black
\nwe ran until we were all alone
\nand didn’t even know the way back<\/p>\n

We were young
\nwe were in love
\nthat summer we were one
\nwhen I look back I start to cry
\nto think of what is gone<\/p>\n

A storm came up from the south real fast
\nand lightning lit the rain
\nI looked in her eyes for a moment
\nand then it was dark again<\/p>\n

Our hands entwined and then our tongues
\nwe were soaking wet
\nwe made our way to the old Hansen barn
\nand there our souls met<\/p>\n

I woke up the next morning
\nand she slept by my side
\nthe sunlight poured through the hayloft door
\nand I just started to cry<\/p>\n

I cried cause she looked so pretty lying there
\nI cried because I loved her so
\nI cried cause I knew she was the only one
\nand I cried cause I knew I was gonna go<\/p>\n

(C) 1991 TK MAJOR<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you’ve ever made love in a hayloft — or tried — you probably realize that the reason such scenes are a fixture of certain romantic literature is that you have to be completely filled with a crazed, don’t give a damn passion to lay down in hay much less roll around in it. But […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[230,986,325,558],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2259,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100\/revisions\/2259"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}