Friday Random Song(s) in My Head

Today’s songs in my head come from The Smithereens – one of my fave rock bands from New Jersey. They were really big in the late 80’s/early 90’s – I remember their videos from MTV’s 120 Minutes – but I lost track of them after the mid-90’s as other shiny bands came into my view. They actually sound kind of grunge-y, but not quite. They are still around and have an album coming out this summer, so if they come to your town, come out and show these Jersey boys some love!

Actually, the song in my head this week is “Behind the Wall of Sleep.” I’ve had a bit of insomnia, so it did seem appropriate that this song would run through my head at 3 AM.

I include “Only a Memory” because I believe that was the more famous song back in the day . . .

Looking at the lyrics, they weren't the cheeriest of songs . . . but if you ever get a chance to listen to them, they are rather moving . . .

Behind the Wall of Sleep

She had hair like Jeannie Shipton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralyzed.
She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal
If she asked me to I'd murder, I would gladly lose my soul.

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep,
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep.

Well she held a bass guitar and she was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman
Now I am her biggest fan.
Now I know i'm one of many who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them.

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep,
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep.

Got your number from a friend of mine who lives in your home town.
Called you up to have a drink,
Your roommate said you weren't around.
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend
And I've just got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them.

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep,
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep.
Behind the wall of sleep.
Behind the wall of sleep.
Behind the wall of sleep.


Only a Memory

my mind is filled with thoughts of you
i think about the days up to
i search the room but you're not there
your perfume lingers everywhere
but it's

(chorus)
only a memory
of what our love was going to be
only a memory
broken bits of you and me
only a memory
only a memory

in a world of pain i have no fear
you'd fade away and disappear
and no i have to learn the game
where no one wins or takes the blame
but it's

only a memory
of what our love was going to be
only a memory
now that we are history
only a memory
only a memory
but it's

(chorus)

why should it matter if i cry
i sit around and wonder why
now i feel much too weak to live
i've got nothing left to give
but it's

(chorus)

only a memory
(fade)