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Sitar version of “Sweet Child O’ Mine”

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I’ve had a request for some sunshine and happiness…From me, it don’t get much sunshinier than this little nugget from Hello My Name Is Aaron Wrixon.

The sun kisses the sleepy-eyed
A new day has begun
The birds talk in the trees outside
About the flowers having fun
Kristin opens her eyes up
And lets the day in

Everything looks better today
There’s magic in the air
Everything’s going to go her way
And if it doesn’t she won’t care
Kristin’s ready for anything
Kristin is stopping at nothing today
Tomorrow’s so far away

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From a songwriting point of view, I consider this one of my first more mature lyrics. Yes, it’s still pretty depressing, but if you hear it in the context of the actual song, it’s got verses, choruses, pre-choruses, a bridge, and repeating lyrical motifs. Wank wank.

Happy New Year, kids.

Twelve o’clock… it’s another year
And another shot at leaving here
Has burst just like a bubble in this glass of cheap champagne.
I turn and give a wooden kiss
To the one who got me into this
And drink to drown the voices running through my brain.

Do you know where you’re going? And are you sure it’s there you’re going?

Last night I dreamed the two of us
Were riding on the Westdale bus.
I told you I was sorry and you said it was OK.
Then the radio station woke me up
With that song that always chokes me up,
The one about mistakes you make and New Year’s Day.

Do you know where you’re going? And do you even care you’re going?

I know I was wrong. I should have stayed.
Can we start again? It’s New Year’s Day.
I’ve known all along but what can I say?
Give me a chance. It’s New Year’s Day.

I know I was wrong. I should have stayed.
Can we start again? It’s New Year’s Day.
I’ve known all along but what can I say?
Give me a chance. It’s New Year’s

Day after day I think what I’d do
If I had one more day… one more day with you

Two o’clock… it’s time to go,
To head for home in the blowing snow,
And lie with her in the cold and bitter bed I’ve made,
But you can bet I’ll dream of us
Riding on the Westdale bus
Holding hands and laughing?

I know I was wrong. I should have stayed.
Can we start again? It’s New Year’s Day.
I’ve known all along but what can I say?
Give me a chance. It’s New Year’s Day.

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This morning I discovered the archives from the blog I wrote about five or six years ago. Pretty cool stuff.

and now i’m left with just this:
a photograph that doesn’t do you justice
and half a package of cigarettes that you forgot in my jacket pocket
the memory of your perfume
and the way that your smile lit up the whole room
the simple things are the ones that stay
long after you wish they’d wither and fade away

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Found this in another corner of the hard drive.

This version was recorded for inclusion on The Year of Longing Dangerously, but I canned it after some initial pressings of the CD.

The song eventually made its way onto A Poor Man Needs Peace in a different form.

Here’s the original.

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