Definitely not to be confused with a Christmas Eve song. One of my favorites from the master. “I see those empty whiskey bottles, and records scattered on the florrr-orrr-orrr”
Definitely not to be confused with a Christmas Eve song. One of my favorites from the master. “I see those empty whiskey bottles, and records scattered on the florrr-orrr-orrr”
Absolutely one of the greatest American songwriters ever.
As perfect a three minute Pop song as has ever been written. It always gives me the chills. Gene Clark was a troubled god among men.
Words in my head keep repeating things that you said
When I was with you
And I wonder is it true do you feel the same way too
It’s so hard being here without you, being here without you
Though I know it won’t last, I’ll see you some day
It seems as though that the day will come never
But there’s one thing I’ll swear, though you’re far away,
I’ll be thinking about you forever
The streets that I walk on depress me
The ones that were happy when I was with you
Still with all the friends I know and with all the things I do
It’s so hard being here without you being here without you
Even if she never wrote another song, When You Walk In The Room, would guarantee Jackie DeShannon a spot in Pop music history. This song always knocks me out.
I can feel a new expression on my face
I can feel a glowing sensation taking place
I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes
Every time that you walk in the room
I close my eyes for a second and pretend it’s me you want
Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant
I see a summer’s night with a magic moon
Every time that you walk in the room
Maybe it’s a dream come true
Walkin’ right along side of you
Wish I could tell you how much I care
But I only have the nerve to stare
I can feel a something pounding in my brain
Just any time that someone speaks your name
Trumpets sound and I hear thunder boom
Every time that you walk in the room
Every time that you walk in the room