Remix of a song recorded in 2009; Dave did the leads and I added some accents on top. All new Drum samples. Main rhythm is a 6 and 12 acoustic and a stereo acoustic on top.
You can't make somebody you're religion and I know we all can stray into worshipping at the wrong temple. It's not much fun when your temple leaves you and starts holding hands with someone else.
Originally written in 2008 and recorded as a Singer Songwriter in 2009. In remixing in 2024 with Dave, I wanted help saving it from it's single dimensional state. No new Acoustic or Rhythm tracks, but two lead tracks augment the original tracks from 2009.
1. I can still feel those hot tears streaming down my face
When I came late to find you left the place
I'll give you credit, you didn't tear up my stuff
But the stuff you left, somehow still tore me up
Sometimes life take your breath away
And you can't find the words to say
I can't stand to see him put his hands on you
You were my religion too
2. I hate to remind myself, of love's war wounds
She's gone, but you still to remember to breath
You were never angel and I'm not that naive
You can pull the wool over the eyes over any old sheep
3. I dust off the landmines, in the shape of my heart
Two crystal eyes, in the shape of someone who cared
Listen to fools, reading useless self help books
But on one seems to mention what to do about you
4. How could some built as carefully as you
Become such a jaded and callous lover
Changing your emotions with your mood
Moving from one extreme to another
5. Sometimes in life we have to hurt
What seems essential to existence is denied
Love can build us up or tear us down
Sometimes you just barely survive