casanova ruins
July 9, 2008 8:26 PM
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I was walking around in the garment district at night on valentine's day years ago, and spotted a beautiful woman walking alone across the street. Despite being glamorously dressed up, she looked like she had lost all faith in men. She was carrying a heart-shaped balloon and huge flowers. This song is sort of about that.
I wrote this years ago when I lived on 38th Street in Manhattan. The sight of the woman stuck with me, because it all seemed so cartoony. She was very pretty, very made up, and very sad. It seemed like an enduring insult of some kind that she had to carry around the balloon and flowers. I imagined that she had wanted to receive a meaningful and personal signal of love from her prospect that night, and instead got what she felt were empty symbols that didn't feel personal at all.
I recorded this once back when I first wrote it, but never completed the job. This recording is altogether new, with a new chorus (or whatever you want to call it) and new instrumentation, arrangement, etc. There is some background noise/hum, but I'm too lazy to fix it at the moment. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
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posted by edlundart (8 comments total)
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makes her feel she's in the right place
with her half open blouse, her shoes,
her crumpled-up face
walking around with flowers
and a big red heart balloon
what better way for casanova to say
love is a cartoon
there is no above
and there isn't a love, no
not for her to see...
just these casanova ruins
no stars in the sky
just street lights dim from waiting so long
for the sound of her steps
to move along
it's never the way
she wants it to be, she's waited so long
for these streets to be done
singing their torch song
there is no above
and there isn't a love, no
not for her to see...
just these casanova ruins
posted by edlundart at 8:29 PM on July 9