{"id":251,"date":"2006-08-15T07:41:00","date_gmt":"2006-08-15T07:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=251"},"modified":"2015-11-02T16:59:42","modified_gmt":"2015-11-03T00:59:42","slug":"the-view-from-the-hayloft-door","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/08\/15\/the-view-from-the-hayloft-door\/","title":{"rendered":"The view from the hayloft door"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"I<\/p>\n

T<\/span>here’s a doomed beauty in knowing you’re about to make what you’ll probably look back on as the mistake of your life. Everything seems more real, more vivid, more 3D<\/span>.<\/p>\n

You look around as though it’s the last time you’re ever going to see familiar surroundings… and in a way, you’re right. Nothing will<\/span> ever be the same, again.<\/p>\n

And you know you have to do it, anyway.<\/p>\n

I wrote this song as a kind of bluegrass thing but I turned it on its head, here, into a kind of swamp folk rock indulgence that I think exposes some other facets of the song, highlighting the youthful passion and lust for life and love. Which is not, actually, what I was thinking when I came up with the music for this version.<\/p>\n

Instead, I’d been so annoyed with an attempt to do this song the previous night in a sensitive, finger-picked style that I decided, really, to just invert<\/span> the style and approach. (The George Castanza Strategy. If everything you do turns out wrong, do the opposite.)<\/p>\n\n

Internet Archive page for this recording<\/a>
\nprevious AYoS version<\/a><\/p>\n

I Just Started to Cry<\/span><\/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":"

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