T Minus 40: Work the Room

Work the Room is a collaborative effort between Yves and me. He wrote the music and I (as usual) was the lyricist. The lyrics are loosely directed towards a popular recording artist. You’ll never guess who…

You walk in the place

wearing that face

that says that you own the scene

You float on a cloud

Parting the crowd

Life’s such a bitch

and you’re in a fix

’cause everyone wants a piece

You know how to please

but still you’re a tease

 

Everything you do is so fascinating

and you get off on all the hell that you put me through

I’d sell my soul to be the fly that’s on the wall

when you work the room

 

You still get high

’cause you wanna fly

and leave all the shit behind

Still they’re all snowed

they’ll never know

You know what to say

you’d go all the way

only to prove you can

you talk like a dream

you’re liquid like cream

 

Everything you say is so fascinating

and you get off on every hell that you put me through

I’d sell my soul to be the fly that’s on the wall

when you work the room

when you work

 

When you were mine

I couldn’t find

a reason just to hold you

that was the thing

you were the king

and you couldn’t belong to me

 

Everything you do is so fascinating

and you get off on all the hell that you put me through

I’d sell my soul to be the fly that’s on the wall

when you work

Everything you say is so fascinating

and you get off on every hell that you put me through

I’d sell my soul to be the fly that’s on the wall

when you work the room

when you work the

when you work the room

 

 

 

 

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T Minus 40: Crush

Crush is a break up song for sure, not that I have much break up experience. The inspiration for this song came from a relationship that wasn’t mine. A friend dated one of my band members. It bothered me that she got more of his attention than I did.

 

Crush

We haven’t talked like this for years.

A whole conversation and no tears.

But there’s something deep behind your eyes,

Suddenly everything’s so clear.

 

Let’s try this again, it’s gone to your head

Now that you’re someone else’s Crush

Leave it alone, ’cause you’ve never known

What it’s like for me.

 

You’re telling me you need something new.

So tell me how good she is for you.

I won’t ask you not to turn away.

Suddenly I can see what’s true.

 

Let’s try this again, it’s gone to your head

Now that you’re someone else’s Crush

Leave it alone, ’cause you’ve never known

What it’s like to be…

The one who’s outside and you’ll never cry

Now that you’re someone else’s Crush

Leave it alone, ’cause you’ve never known.

What it’s like for me.

 

Listen here: Crush (acoustic version)

Music by Yves Gerard, Lyrics by Amy Serrago

 

T Minus 40: Dive

In the late ’90s I began a collaboration with Yves on a self titled original music project. He was my musical director. We had been playing together since ’94 and had recently started dating. We thought we could make it big. We gave it a pretty good shot.

On our first trip together as a couple we drove out to Montauk in my little red Honda Civic. The thing had no AC and no power steering. It was a bitch to parallel park in NYC. It was just after labor day and we had been working on a song that was nearly complete when we hit the road. It was our first team songwriting endeavor and we felt certain we could complete it at the beach, so my Takamine acoustic was packed into the Honda.

The drive from Manhattan to Montauk is a solid two and a half hours without traffic. The LIE is never without traffic, so we were in for a bit of a drive. Somewhere around exit 62 or so, Yves had the idea for the chords to the chorus that would ultimately complete our opus.

I crawled over the seat to the back where my guitar was stowed. I opened the case, removed the instrument and climbed back into the passenger’s seat. I laid the seat back all the way down so I would have room to play. He called out the chords to me as he drove and I strummed the Takamine so we could hear the structure fall into place. A melody revealed itself to me as I played. The lyrics came quite naturally after that. By the time we made it to the east end, we had Dive completed.

After that we wrote all the time, at his place, at my place and in the studio, but finishing that first song in that tiny Honda was one of the most memorable musical experiences of my life.

Dive

Was I born here?

Is this where I’m from?

Or did I come here

to go where I’m one

of a million faces

in a never ending crowd.

Do you see me?

Is this what I am?

‘Cause they told me

there’s a bigger master plan.

They said treat it as if

you’re like any one of them.

 

But if I Dive into your sea

Can I swim for the shore?

And when there’s nothing left for me

Can I Dive in for more?

 

I won’t be the one you look through

(you know it’s the truth)

to read the writing on the wall.

And I won’t be the place you run to

(so don’t go so far)

‘Cause I can’t live this fairy tale.

 

So I’ll stay here

asleep in these arms.

‘Cause I can’t fight the world

it’s too hard.

It’s taken all that

I ever thought I had.

 

But if I Dive into your sea

Will I swim for the shore?

And when there’s nothing left of me

Will I Dive in for more?

 

I won’t be the one you look through

(you know it’s the truth)

to read the writing on the wall.

And I won’t be the place you run to

(so don’t go so far)

‘Cause I can’t live this fairy tale.

 

I won’t be the one you look through

(you know it’s the truth)

to read the writing on the wall.

And I won’t be the place you run to

(so don’t go so far)

‘Cause I can’t live this fairy tale.

 

 

T Minus 40: Goodbye

Maturity, step one: Don’t be so hard on yourself, learn to let it go.

I’m getting really tired of thinking about my birthday. I gave myself this assignment, this challenge to explore my thoughts, memories and feelings for these pre-40th forty days and I’m already sick of thinking about what 40 means to me. It means what it means, which is different every day (or hour, lately). So, screw it.

I’ve been on the fence about whether or not to throw a party, not because I want to hide in shame, but because I don’t want the responsibility. I’ve been slowly building a good guilt trip to lay on Yves in the hopes that he will handle all of the preparations. I think it’s working, but can control-freak me really lay back and let my husband handle all of the details for Aim-a-Palooza? (That’s just a working title I’m playing with).

I can’t help thinking of a song I wrote about two lifetimes ago that is sort of about today’s “screw it” attitude. If only I could really find the courage to “kiss it all goodbye” when it comes to self doubt. That’s one of those things I thought I would have conquered by this age. It’s cool, I’ve still got 27 days to go…

Goodbye

I was hoping for a Sunday afternoon

She was looking like she left the bar too soon

All of that’s inconsequential

She was walking like she couldn’t stand her shoes

I was wondering why I’m always so confused

All of that’s inconsequential

All of that’s inconsequential, today.

 

The sun still rises and the clouds still roll on by

Today’s the first day that I haven’t questioned why

The strings that held me up have all just come untied

Since I kissed it all Goodbye

 

I was dreaming of the covers on my bed

She just stood there while the yellow turned to red

All of that’s inconsequential

She was trying hard to whisper every word

So I pretended that I hadn’t overheard

All of that’s inconsequential

All of that’s inconsequential today

 

The sun still rises and the clouds still roll on by

Today’s the first day that I haven’t questioned why

The strings that held me up have all just come untied

Since I kissed it all Goodbye

 

I’m taking a long vacation

From all my deprivation

Engrave my invitation

I regret I won’t attend

 

The sun still rises and the clouds still roll on by

Today’s the first day that I haven’t questioned why

The strings that held me up have all just come untied

Since I kissed it all Goodbye

I kissed it all Goodbye

 

 

T Minus 40: Someone Else

People always tell me what they believe this song means and no matter what they say I always agree. I know what it means to me and I know what it meant when I wrote it. They’re not necessarily the same, so let it mean what you want. I still play this at every show.

I’m not qualified

to sit and philosophize

I know I’ve still got unanswered questions

But I had been so blind

when I finally found my eyes

I saw the power of your suggestions

Then I turned to find

everything that I left behind and

I wish that you could let it go

I wish that I could be myself

I wish that you could let it go

But you act like Someone Else

 

See, I have been inside

all your finely crafted lies

I’ve been the problem to your solution

And I’m not full of pride

but what I keep I won’t deny

I need permission for absolution

The day you brought me here

You brought back my darkest fears and

I wish that you could let it go

I wish that I could be myself

I wish that you could let it go

But you act like Someone Else

Well, this is me with Someone Else

 

You said you wanted

You said you needed

You said you’d never let me go.

 

Now I turn to find

Part of me that I left behind and

I wish that you could let it go

I wanted just to be myself

I wish that you could let it go

But you act like Someone Else

Well, this is me with Someone Else.

         -Amy Serrago, 1998

Listen to a clip here…