Friday, December 5, 2008

Amelia Jean

This is a song for my piano. Yes, you read correctly - it's a song for my piano, Amelia Jean. She's named after the song composed by Andrew McMahon for the short film "Choke, California" and after watching it the other night this thing just came to life. Sure, there's the story about the guy chasing the girl who's lonely and perhaps confused, but it's actually a song for my piano. Oh yes. This is a song for my piano.

(Otherwise known as There's A Reason His Motto Is "Just Do It")

Oh Amelia, Amelia Jean,
sitting with her blue jeans and tight sweater,
Amelia,
I heard your boyfriend's taking off
Into the atmosphere tonight
And you need someone to help ease the pain.

Amelia's sending me letters
From her palm-housed beach,
Saying "Oh, I wish you were here."

Come around, come around,
I'm not sure what I'm saying,
But watching the stars fall
Sounds like a good plan, good plan.
Why don't you come and
Watch the stars fall with me
As we travel off into the night?

Oh Amelia, Amelia Jean,
Could no boy know you better,
Amelia,
I heard that we were pretty close
In the Summer,
And you need someone to call your name.

Amelia's sending me letters
From her palm-housed beach,
Saying "Oh, I wish you were here."

Come around, come around,
I'm not sure what I'm saying,
But watching the stars fall
Sounds like a good plan, good plan.
Why don't you come and
Watch the stars fall with me
As we travel off into the night?

So would you like to hear this melody
Unfold like a fine wine,
Drop by drop?
As I'm writin' this song,
You're singing along,
'Cos in truth you're all I've got, Amelia,
Amelia, Amelia,
Oh!

Come around, come around,
I'm not sure what I'm saying,
But watching the stars fall
Sounds like a good plan, good plan.
Why don't you come and
Watch the stars fall with me
As we travel off into the night?

Baby I can't wait to
Kick out my baby grand to
Play you that song I wrote.
And you're still writing me letters
From your palm-housed beach,
And I'll play this for you just one more time...

Come around, come around,
I'm not sure what I'm saying,
But watching the stars fall
Sounds like a good plan, good plan.
Why don't you come and
Watch the stars fall with me
As we travel off into the night?

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