{"id":87,"date":"2005-12-11T07:46:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-11T07:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=87"},"modified":"2015-11-02T15:34:36","modified_gmt":"2015-11-02T23:34:36","slug":"now-baby-its-never","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/12\/11\/now-baby-its-never\/","title":{"rendered":"Now, Baby, It’s Never"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Now,
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

I<\/span>‘ve got a sixth sense for when things are over. Little things like the suitcase on the lawn, changed locks, restraining orders. There are subtle signs a man of the world can pick up. Call it a vibe if you will.<\/p>\n

One of those things is the icey kiss.<\/p>\n

For my generation, one of the most famous is the scene coming out of the tunnel in the original Invasion of the Body Snatchers.<\/span><\/p>\n

That kiss is burned into my consciousness. It’s a scene of exquisite subtlety. A single arched eyebrow reveals that the heroine is, for all purposes, dead, her body taken over by an unfeeling alien. Ah… it really speaks to me — for <\/span>me, really…<\/p>\n

Anyhow, in this song, I was going for that moment of shock — a kiss that reveals everything the hero of the song knows is wrong, that burns him to his soul. A kiss that makes a mockery of love. Or something. Actually<\/span>, I just wanted to write a song with the word aqueduct <\/span>in it. And I think I’ve succeeded. Success is all about setting attainable goals.<\/p>\n\n

Now, Baby It’s Never<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Everything you say
\nseems to mean goodbye
\nThough we talked forever
\nI never did know why<\/p>\n

Now baby its never<\/span>
\nour time wont come again<\/span>
\nThis time forever baby<\/span>
\nThis time it’s the end<\/span><\/p>\n

Tonight when I kissed you
\nit burned me to my soul
\nEverything I thought I knew
\nwas all a lie I know<\/p>\n

Now baby its never…<\/span><\/p>\n

I walked along the aqueduct
\njust before the dawn
\nThe sun looked old and tired as it came up
\nbut at least the night was gone<\/p>\n

Now baby its never<\/span>
\nour time wont come again<\/span>
\nThis time forever baby<\/span>
\nThis time it’s the end<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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