Comm Ave

Comm Ave

billwhite51's picture

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Liner Notes: 

Sometimes the past seems so unreal that we cant believe it actually happened, and the disassociation between our present and past selves makes us wonder if it was really us in the pictures we remember sometimes so vividly.

Lyrics: 

is that really me on the green line?
what am i doing there?
passing every stop on Comm Ave
between Allston and Kenmore Square
dreaming a dream i have forgotten
7000 miles from where you stand
if you want to, you will find pieces
of me scattered on Comm Ave

sleeping on floors
till i found a mattress on the street
breaking my back at village fruit
or 80 bucks a week

is that me walking down comm ave
looking for the mass ave bridge
from both sides of the street

the fenway and the nickleodeon
the paradise and the rat
take it on the arches
when the green line train is packed

a head on crash on huntington
tore the top off of my head
when i was pulled out from the wreckage
nobody told me i waas dead

is that really me on the green line?
what am i doing there?
passing every stop on Comm Ave
between Allston and Kenmore Square

come lay me down in cambridge
let me stay beneath the iron gate
dont want to cross the Massachusetts bridge
or see Comm Ave again

is that really me
dreaming a dream i have forgotten
7000 miles from where you stand
if you are looking, you will find pieces
of me scattered on Comm Ave

if you are looking, you will find pieces
of me scattered on Comm Ave



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Comments

coolparadiso's picture

Right up my street (no pun intended) i really like this, i could listen you sing this kind of song all day. Observational, picture painting and the music just hangs it all together. One of my favourites (ps i was just starting a song called 36b Fox street which is my variation of this style - you the detail me the broader strokes, when your song popped up)

fresh spotless youth's picture

Damn, there's a lot of emotion in this one. Certainly one hell of a vocal performance. This song is very specific to you, but that question (Is that me?) captures something universal and conjures up all kinds of feelings. I guess that's the magic of art, and you've succeeded here

dzd's picture

agree with fresh spotless youth about this being very specific, but also all encompassing mostly due to this great emotional vocal/lyric...
I think I would of enjoyed this just as much if I didn't know all these specific places as well.

a head on crash on huntington
tore the top off of my head
when i was pulled out from the wreckage
nobody told me i was dead .......the raw emotion in that verse/lyric/vocal chilled me! excellently done!

is that really me dreaming ........whatever you did hear, sounds like the train breaks at the station hahah

made me remember, I probably have lost it since, but got about a 5 minute phone audio sample of a fairly empty redline station in Boston I planned on using for something, I'll have to look for it. I mostly just wanted that noise that you pretty well replicated there hahah.

edit: I was in Boston for probably 8 months before I found out where this imaginary land of Woostah was everyone kept talking about........I mean I knew where Worchester was at hahaha

Technicolor Gramophone's picture

I'm getting the "short story in a song" feeling again ... you have a real story telling gift. I like the way you use specifics (the place you worked, the crash, etc) and mix them in with the more metaphorical ("you'll find pieces of me on Comm avenue"). Overall tone of melancholy reflection is gorgeous. I also like the little flash of psychedelia at 4:16! "Is that really me?"

Dragondreams's picture

This is a very powerful piece of storytelling, Bill. I love the emotion you captured to really hammer the story home.

tjeff's picture

A picture of a past that is so vivid and descriptive and emotional that it puts the listener in the place. A story that says that a life well lived can come in many different varieties and experiences, and that sometimes that recalling the past can be like reliving an entirely different life.