Analog Hiss

analog hiss is the ghost track at the end of the oyster & champagne record. it almost didn’t make the cut. i really liked the song but it didn’t seem to jive with the rest of the record. my engineer at the time (gavin pearce) and i decided to throw it at the end (and buried it after a long silence). i didn’t even list it on the album artwork. i remember gavin asking me what track number i wanted to make it on the master and i think i said “i dunno, surprise me.” well, gavin chose 69. he claims it was a shout out to the ying yang symbol. um…ok. i’ve since arranged a jazzier version of the song, which is how i perform it today. this version is more pop meets soul (maybe even country-esque?).

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analog hiss

you are the reason
i’ve come to be so far
from having concrete answers to the bizarre
you are the reason
i’ve come to be so hard
if only i could pinpoint where you are
if there is a woman behind the scars
strip down
you could be my morning star
i could drive you crazy
and i don’t need no pimp ass car
the chords i’d strum
if you were my guitar

forever married to my loneliness
forever married to a higher bliss
forever carried in the analog hiss of a song
yes, i’m holding out for the angry kiss
of a lover who’s uncovered what is already missed
for the poet (out of season) who’ll remember this
with a song

you are the reason
i’ve come to be so bold
there are no secrets
behind the stories that i’ve told
yes, you are the reason
that other people think i’m cold
thinking about our future
as the winter months unfold
where are the dreams?
where are the dice once rolled?
feels like oblivion
now that i am pigeon-holed
yes, mixed and torn feelings
cannot tell the new from old
is it abandon
if i hold on?

forever married to my loneliness
forever married to a higher bliss
forever carried in the analog hiss of a song
yes, i’m holding out for the angry kiss
of a lover who’s uncovered what is already missed
for the poet (out of season) who’ll remember this
with a song