Every Light on the Block

craig262

Indie Post Punk

craig262

indie rock, art rock, baroque pop

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[Instrumental Intro]
(lone piano, slightly out of tune, room sound)

[Verse 1]
(half-spoken, conversational, not sung cleanly)
I took the long way and I don't know why
I guess I thought the street would feel like something
But the oak tree got so big I almost missed the turn
And someone painted the Hendersons' place gray
It used to be yellow, I think
Or maybe I made that up

[Verse 2]
(still conversational, more intensity creeping in)
There's kids I don't recognize on bikes I don't recognize
And the mailbox says a name I've never heard
And I'm sitting in my car like some kind of ghost
Who forgot that he was dead
Who forgot that he was dead

[Pre-Chorus]
(pushing now, voice straining)
And I swear I can hear every voice
That ever lived inside these walls
Pressing up against the windows
Like they're trying to get out

[Chorus]
(desperate, cracking, not pretty)
Every light on the block is on
Like they're waiting but they don't know what for
Every light on the block is on tonight
But there's nobody home anymore
There's nobody home

[Verse 3]
(back to talk-singing, raw)
The corner store's a coffee shop now, obviously
The pool we used to sneak into is just a hole
And the girl who kissed me by the overpass
She's got a life somewhere I'll never go
She's got a life somewhere I'll never know about

[Pre-Chorus]
(building again, urgent)
And I swear I can feel it like a hand
Pushing on the center of my chest
Every step I take in this direction
Is a step away from whatever happens next

[Chorus]
(rawer, louder, voice breaking)
Every light on the block is on
Like they're waiting but they don't know what for
Every light on the block is on tonight
But there's nobody home anymore
Nobody home anymore

[Bridge]
(stripped to piano, almost whispered)
I keep driving past the house
I keep driving past the door
I keep looking for a version of my life
That doesn't live here
That doesn't live here
That doesn't live here anymore

[Outro]
(piano only, no reverb, close and dry)
Every light
Every light
Every light on the block
(stop, silence, end)

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[Instrumental Intro] (lone piano, slightly out of tune, room sound) [Verse 1] (half-spoken, conversational, not sung cleanly) I took the long way and I don't know why I guess I thought the street would feel like something But the oak tree got so big I almost missed the turn And someone painted the Hendersons' place gray It used to be yellow, I think Or maybe I made that up [Verse 2] (still conversational, more intensity creeping in) There's kids I don't recognize on bikes I don't recognize And the mailbox says a name I've never heard And I'm sitting in my car like some kind of ghost Who forgot that he was dead Who forgot that he was dead [Pre-Chorus] (pushing now, voice straining) And I swear I can hear every voice That ever lived inside these walls Pressing up against the windows Like they're trying to get out [Chorus] (desperate, cracking, not pretty) Every light on the block is on Like they're waiting but they don't know what for Every light on the block is on tonight But there's nobody home anymore There's nobody home [Verse 3] (back to talk-singing, raw) The corner store's a coffee shop now, obviously The pool we used to sneak into is just a hole And the girl who kissed me by the overpass She's got a life somewhere I'll never go She's got a life somewhere I'll never know about [Pre-Chorus] (building again, urgent) And I swear I can feel it like a hand Pushing on the center of my chest Every step I take in this direction Is a step away from whatever happens next [Chorus] (rawer, louder, voice breaking) Every light on the block is on Like they're waiting but they don't know what for Every light on the block is on tonight But there's nobody home anymore Nobody home anymore [Bridge] (stripped to piano, almost whispered) I keep driving past the house I keep driving past the door I keep looking for a version of my life That doesn't live here That doesn't live here That doesn't live here anymore [Outro] (piano only, no reverb, close and dry) Every light Every light Every light on the block (stop, silence, end)

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