Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone
Red eyes and fire and signs
I’m taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin’
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you
The road gets cold, there’s no spring in the middle this year
I’m the new chicken plucking open hearts and ears
Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself
But green, it is also summer
And I won’t be warm till I’m lying in your arms
No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin’
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you
I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune
No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin’
No amount of whiskey, no wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you
No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin’
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you
I’ve gotta have you, gotta have you
I’ve gotta have you
– Weepies
Submitted by:
Meera, who says this is one of her favorite songs.Postscript:
The lyrics remind me somewhat of country music in parts – the idea of lost love, hopeless longing and so on. Not the blues, though I’m not quite sure why – unrequited love is as commonplace a theme in that genre.
It’s funny how I keep hearing a cowboy singing the refrain “No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin’
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine”. It just doesn’t sound right sung in such young voices – it’s got to be someone with a rasp, who’s got a bit more life under his or her belt.
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