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This is the second version of my cabaret song, The Waitress, for voice and piano. I have added a few lyrics and vocal lines to the first fragment chorus and the second chorus in response to comments from my first version. I like this version better; thanks for your ideas. There are some interesting comments and extended discussions on the first version song page.
This is the first piece I've written for a project titled "Archetypes" (a working title). "The Waitress" represents a doorway to the new... opened to the lonely hearts of the world. That is why the waitress in my song doesn't use a pad to write down orders, she is a great listener and comes to the table with empty hands. I try and create a sense, in the first two choruses, of the vocals coming from the kitchen, or from deep inside the man's mind, something so distant that they aren't quite his own voice, as if he can't say it yet but can only imagine himself saying it. Not until the final chorus, after the meal is over and the bill is paid, can he utter the words aloud... and then it is too late. At least, that is what I was going for on an intuitive level.
For voice and piano - to retain the intimacy of the subject.
This track was remastered and appears on my 2007 release, A Bit Of Light, available through CDBaby.
This is the first piece I've written for a project titled "Archetypes" (a working title). "The Waitress" represents a doorway to the new... opened to the lonely hearts of the world. That is why the waitress in my song doesn't use a pad to write down orders, she is a great listener and comes to the table with empty hands. I try and create a sense, in the first two choruses, of the vocals coming from the kitchen, or from deep inside the man's mind, something so distant that they aren't quite his own voice, as if he can't say it yet but can only imagine himself saying it. Not until the final chorus, after the meal is over and the bill is paid, can he utter the words aloud... and then it is too late. At least, that is what I was going for on an intuitive level.
For voice and piano - to retain the intimacy of the subject.
This track was remastered and appears on my 2007 release, A Bit Of Light, available through CDBaby.
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Lyrics
The Waitress (Take My Order)
At the edge of my table, at the edge of the world,
a waitress opens her hands.
I see that they're empty... she's able
to recall everything as she stands.
I fold up my life
and place it to the side.
I want to confide,
tell her everything I'd come to hide.
And she listens without effort.
Does she know how much she comforts,
taking everything inside?
And she glistens with an aura
that calls me to collide.
(Take my order.)
Please, miss, come take my order now.
Please, come take my order now.
As the kitchen door opens
all the sounds and the lights that were hidden so carefully behind,
they tumble out after
and I wonder what else these walls are meant to hide?
Is she smoothing her hair as she thinks of what I have said?
Does she wonder, as I, what else I might want,
what lies ahead?
Take my order. (Please, miss...)
Am I ordered enough to know?
Take my order. (Please...)
Can I order your eyes to go?
Make me order. (Don't let me miss...)
Take me where you want to know.
Make me order and I'll know which way to go.
At the edge of my table, at the edge of the world,
an empty plate lies there abused.
There's more than I'm able to say to her now,
there's no time left and I'm too confused.
Does she know there's a cost
in defining the things we must choose?
Would she go there with me
to where nothing like normal hunger rules?
And she listens without effort.
Does she know how much she comforts,
taking everything inside.
And she glistens with an aura
that calls me to collide.
Take my order.
Am I ordered enough to know?
Take my order.
Can I order your eyes to go?
Make me order,
take me where you want to know.
Make me order and I'll know which way to go.
At the edge of my table, at the edge of the world,
a waitress opens her hands.
I see that they're empty... she's able
to recall everything as she stands.
I fold up my life
and place it to the side.
I want to confide,
tell her everything I'd come to hide.
And she listens without effort.
Does she know how much she comforts,
taking everything inside?
And she glistens with an aura
that calls me to collide.
(Take my order.)
Please, miss, come take my order now.
Please, come take my order now.
As the kitchen door opens
all the sounds and the lights that were hidden so carefully behind,
they tumble out after
and I wonder what else these walls are meant to hide?
Is she smoothing her hair as she thinks of what I have said?
Does she wonder, as I, what else I might want,
what lies ahead?
Take my order. (Please, miss...)
Am I ordered enough to know?
Take my order. (Please...)
Can I order your eyes to go?
Make me order. (Don't let me miss...)
Take me where you want to know.
Make me order and I'll know which way to go.
At the edge of my table, at the edge of the world,
an empty plate lies there abused.
There's more than I'm able to say to her now,
there's no time left and I'm too confused.
Does she know there's a cost
in defining the things we must choose?
Would she go there with me
to where nothing like normal hunger rules?
And she listens without effort.
Does she know how much she comforts,
taking everything inside.
And she glistens with an aura
that calls me to collide.
Take my order.
Am I ordered enough to know?
Take my order.
Can I order your eyes to go?
Make me order,
take me where you want to know.
Make me order and I'll know which way to go.
thetiler
When ever I see your name on a tune in the new songs
category. I know I am in for a real treat.
I really respect your musical craftmanship. What a GREAT
blessing it is to have your presents here at MJ.
I usually don't like to put down swear words in public.
But DAMN your talented!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks so much!
4 10's
Bill