I will keep on with this soundtrack of the day, week, whatever. The soundtrack of my life or something, because If you have music you love, why not share it? If you who read have anything to share, please write a comment. Much appreciated!
I had a pretty long John Mayer period some time ago, when I listened to a lot of his stuff. He is an incredibly talented musician, but many don’t take him seriously because he is such a public person as well. If you are dating Jennifer Aniston (twice) then I guess you would be pretty much in the gossip mag spotlight. I also have a feeling he likes it.
What is impressive with John Mayer is that he seems to be pretty down-to-earth, not shy to twitter to his fans about personal stuff, and desperately trying to keep his ego on the ground. It is nice to see, but it is even better to hear…this amazing song called “Slow dancing in a burning room”. This song creates some vivid images like all great songwriting should. It is very baring and daring at the same time, as it could have turned out corny, but now it is just bluesy and throws a window into the soul of the many failed relationships of Mr Mayer.
Slow dancing in a burning room – John Mayer
It is not a silly little moment,
It’s not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we’ve been working on.
Can’t seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody’s gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.
I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it’s nothing to me?
Baby, you’re the only light I ever saw.
I’ll make the most of all the sadness,
You’ll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can’t understand.
We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room
