Another brilliant lyric by my brother, Dr. Peter Fields. Although this lyric obviously came from his own experiences, as I read the words I had no choice but to feel it's unique emotion, and to write this song...and then embellish it beyond belief, heh, who knew?
This song has 3 electric guitar tracks, (2 leads, inspired by bands like Molly Hatchet and Lynyrd Skynyrd, one rhythm, picking at times), one acoustic guitar, one keyboard, which is mostly buried, 3 vocal tracks (singing octaves along with a harmony), 2 drum tracks (again, one beat, one fill), and one bass track. Yes, the noise compounded with this many tracks on a 4-track cassette recorder, but I felt all tracks were required. I especially like the sound of the lead guitars on this song, especially the single lead sound, it's almost organ-like to me in places, and I do like a good organ sound (remember, I took lessons as a child of 5 on a Hammond, thanks to Mr. Walsh, my first organ instructor, he was quite precise...). I also like the drum fills and the bass on this song, they are particularly strong to my ear, I also ended up liking my vocals, which for me is rare, so, turn it up, and enjoy!
Used to be wise, I wanted your thoughts.
As if maybe perhaps you might have, might have wanted me too.
Stronger you than I, but all those obstacles, simple things...
Simple things we never learned how to do.
Leaning close, a shout goes up, it's the past and two people.
Two people, and their struggle for it.
White shoulders and dark glasses, a hope in things the way you had...
The shoes that dangled from your fingertips.
Laughter wanes, but still I linger, an empty feeling, it's April time...
A sense of loss, and brand-new evenings, when dancers dance, and take it for granted...
The world and you, your smile a cup of light on the tablecloth.
Quick to hush. take control, I miss you, your hand on my mouth...
Your eyes, the look you had, these, more than what I might have said...
More than words, more than anything I could have had...I loved you.
Morning's mirror, sheets for clothes, ashtrays out for "lasts" beside the couch.
Staying up for hours, drinking coffee, drawing pictures...and trying to read.
Arguing religion, Spring into Summer and how it was...oh how sweet you were...
I remember everything now, how pain dissolved...
Part in grief, but part too, in quiet thoughts.
Stars in place, the wings and calling sounds...God's old friends...
The ragged crows, from one, one towards another, from here and from telephone poles...
Arms like crosses...we could have it, you said...
Where three stood together, we could have it you said.
We could have it...forever...We could have it you said.
We could have it...forever...We could have it you said.
oooh, used to be wise...
used to be wise, used to be wise...
used to be wise...together...
used to be wise...forever...don't you know...
I used to be wise, used to be wise, oooh.
words and music copyright (c) 1991 by Dr. Peter Fields and Craig Fields, all rights reserved.