Have you heard Joe Firstman’s “Pretty Things”?

Have you heard Joe Firstman’s “Pretty Things”?

I have been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting lately. Reflecting on who I was and which direction I am heading in. I used to listen to a lot of music….A…LOT! I still listen to music, but I find myself listening to more podcasts these days. This is ironic because I used to go nuts when my parents would put on talk radio. “I will never listen to talk radio when I grow up!” And yet here I am not only listening several podcasts per week, but hosting my very own podcast. (Shameless self promotion time)
www.healthcareeducationtransformationpodcast.com

Joe Firstman
Joe Firstman

What did I used to listen to?

I have written a little bit about my Top 5 lists, but in general, I will completely empty my iPhone of all music and reload it on a regular basis, based on what I am in the mood for. However, there are a few constants that I never remove. Counting Crows, Ryan Adams, and an old friend of mine, Joe Firstman. The song I am going to post here is not my favorite Joe Firstman song, but it is a good introduction to anyone who has never head of Joe Firstman before. For some reason, I just really needed to go back to my roots and listen to this song the other night. I even stayed up past my bedtime to listen to it a couple of times. But it did wonders for my soul.

Joe Firstman – Pretty Things

Blind night sky before you said goodbye
Your rose colored sash and your cigarette ash
You left with your girlfriends before I made amends
14 days of pouring rain
drips through the cracks around your window pain
filled up the holes wearing layers of your clothes and on the tags you wrote my name
Why cant you make up your mind, this time?
I’ve been reading all the letters that you wrote me
and all the fairy tales you sold me,
and all the pretty things you said
I cant stop thinking about the way that you control me
and now you wish you’d never known me
oh how i wish you’d come and hold me, hold me, hold me.
I was staying at your house. and you’ve been sleeping at his
you’re acting like momma to both his kids
He’s got a two car garage, backyard that don’t end and you’re my only friend
when the sun goes down this old house gets dark,
its hard to paint a portrait of my broke heart,
I picked us up and we fell right back apart
and now i don’t know where to start
Now that you’ve made up your mind this time…
I’ve been reading all the letters that you wrote me and all the fairy tales you sold me,
and all the pretty things you said.
I cant stop thinking ’bout the way that you control me
and now you wish you’d never known me
how i wish you’d come and hold me, hold me, hold me.
There is no beginning. do you think that you’re winning,
you’ve made up your mind why don’t you make up for mine?
I’ve been reading all the letters that you wrote me all the fairy tales you sold me
and all about the pretty things you said
I cant stop thinking ’bout the way that you control me
and now you wish you’d never known me
And i’ve been sleeping in the place that you left me, do you regret me? Did you forget me?
I can’t stop thinking ’bout the way that you control me.
now you wish you’d never known me.
how i wish you’d come and hold me, hold me, hold me.

ONE THING I LEARNED TODAY:

Sometimes you just gotta go back to the classics, its good for the soul…like chicken noodle soup! Please check out Joe Firstman, he is an amazing singer/song writer and an even better person.

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