I think I was still in high school when I wrote this song. At this time I was starting to branch out from writing the cheesy typical bubblegum pop love songs. I was starting to see the world for the dark place that it was. In high school I really started to hate every thing. I didn't fit in, but looking back now I'm not sure that I wanted to. This song was not the typical song that a high school senior would write.
It's about being in an abusive relationship - plain and simple. There was a lot of irony in my writing of this song. It came back to bite me in 98-99 when I was in my own very abusive relationship and I was on the receiving end. Its just funny how life works out. Four to five years later after writing this song I was living the lines "Where do you cry when you're alone" and "Why do you fill your hands with stones". Even worse I was asking the line "Do you deserve all of this? Maybe so."
I love this song because after I wrote it I felt so good about myself as a songwriter. I love my Dad and he has always looked out for me in my life. During my senior year in high school he told me that I'd never make it as a songwriter. (So far he's been right!) He said that musicians were a dime a dozen and that I didn't have anything special that people would notice. I took that as a challenge and starting working really hard at writing songs. This song was one result of his comment. Mind you, I don't hold it against him. In fact, I'm grateful for the comment because it pushed me to places in my heart and mind that I had never visited before. It taught me to trust myself.
When you write a song, you really have to trust yourself and your instincts. You write a melody and there are a million different places you can take it when you come to the bridge or the chorus. You have to learn to trust that the decision you make for that song is the best one possible. This is what my Dad helped me to do. He pushed me to be more creative. This was the start of my creativity/madness - depending on which side of the coin you're looking at. Enough of my babbling. Below are the lyrics that are actually close to being 20 years old. Not too bad for a 17 year old freak.
13 Why Do You Make the Angels Weep 1.mp3
It's about being in an abusive relationship - plain and simple. There was a lot of irony in my writing of this song. It came back to bite me in 98-99 when I was in my own very abusive relationship and I was on the receiving end. Its just funny how life works out. Four to five years later after writing this song I was living the lines "Where do you cry when you're alone" and "Why do you fill your hands with stones". Even worse I was asking the line "Do you deserve all of this? Maybe so."
I love this song because after I wrote it I felt so good about myself as a songwriter. I love my Dad and he has always looked out for me in my life. During my senior year in high school he told me that I'd never make it as a songwriter. (So far he's been right!) He said that musicians were a dime a dozen and that I didn't have anything special that people would notice. I took that as a challenge and starting working really hard at writing songs. This song was one result of his comment. Mind you, I don't hold it against him. In fact, I'm grateful for the comment because it pushed me to places in my heart and mind that I had never visited before. It taught me to trust myself.
When you write a song, you really have to trust yourself and your instincts. You write a melody and there are a million different places you can take it when you come to the bridge or the chorus. You have to learn to trust that the decision you make for that song is the best one possible. This is what my Dad helped me to do. He pushed me to be more creative. This was the start of my creativity/madness - depending on which side of the coin you're looking at. Enough of my babbling. Below are the lyrics that are actually close to being 20 years old. Not too bad for a 17 year old freak.
I watched him take you for a stormy ride
He took you too far to the other side
He wound you up so tight you couldn’t stop
Then buried you alive and got on top
Though you say you had control
No one made you sell your soul
He gave to you – you took without a doubt
You have to give to him if you want out
I know you can’t sleep in the bed you’re in
You’ve won yourself a loss and lost a win
You’d walk away but you don’t dare
No you haven’t got a prayer
Why do you make the angels weep?
Where do you cry when you’re alone?
Why do you make the angels weep?
Why do you fill your hands with stones?
The only things he says to you are with a fist
The only tears you shed are from your wrist
Your picture perfect world has broken glass
You say it’s not that bad, the storm will pass
Even if you had the chance
You’d continue with this dance
Why do you make the angels weep?
Where do you cry when you’re alone?
Why do you make the angels weep?
Why do you fill your hands with stones?
You can’t get back what he’s stolen
Why should you even think to try?
And with your rose red lips now swollen
There’ll be no more asking why
Only lies
Tonight there’ll be no goodnight kiss
Do you deserve all of this?
Maybe so
Why do you make the angels weep?
Where do you cry when you’re alone?
Why do you make the angels weep?
Why do you fill your hands with stones?
13 Why Do You Make the Angels Weep 1.mp3
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