If I Could Fly
The night has fallen
The trees are bare
And a voice is calling me off somewhere
I can hear you now
You're loud and clear
In a perfect world you would always be near
If I could fly
If I could fly tonight
I'd fly tonight to you
The days are long
The days and nights
And I ache for you when I turn out the lights
I need your touch
No words can say
And I'd be there if I could just find a way
If I could fly
If I could fly tonight
I'd fly tonight to you
| RG thoughts: | A song that I've had for about 12 years but couldn't find a home for. Now it has one. Joe Bonadio was always bringing odd looking, eclectic drums to the studio, but I wasn't prepared for this; he plays a metal beer keg instead of either a ride cymbal or a hi-hat! I laughed until I heard him play it, then it made sense; anything is a legitimate instrument if it achieves its aim and sounds good (and is played by an expert). Randall, one take again, playing lovely sax all the way through. I remember sitting in the control room shaking my head at the sheer spontanaity and finesse of his phrasing. |