Certain Soft Nothings

The bulk of the song was written on February 27, 2011, with the last verse added several months later on October 12. If there’s one thing I enjoy, it’s creating titles out of found material, i.e. stuff already written by other writers. In this case, I stole from the master, Charles Dickens, who employed this cute phrase in Oliver Twist. While I was recording a version of it, a friend said the first verse sounded like an ode to masturbation. Like Freud once said, sometimes a remote control is just a remote control.

 

How many times have I sat here alone

Hand on my remote control

How many times have I been on my own

Feeling myself growing old

 

I hear your voice inside my

Head saying I love you

I want to hear certain soft nothings

And believe they’re true

 

Tell me about the correlation

Between what you say and what I do

Has there even been a moment’s hesitation

Has a clear sky never been blue

 

I hear your voice inside my

Head saying I love you

I want to hear certain soft nothings

And believe they’re true

 

If you ever showed up at my doorstep

You know I’d let you in

I doubt I’ll have to make that call seeing as how

That’ll never happen

 

Let me tell you ‘bout my last dream

The one where we’re falling from a cloud

I say – hey, it’s not as bad as it seems

But nothing’s coming out loud

 

I hear your voice inside my

Head saying I love you

I want to hear certain soft nothings

And believe they’re true, and believe they’re true, and believe they’re true

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