Story Behind The Song
I belierve fashion is as valid a form of communication as any other. Like other forms of communication, it can both reveal and mask true intent. This song is about the masks we often wear.
The victim's song is neither lullaby nor alibi, but "a bitter
Song Description
?Ocean Avenue? began as a recollection of a first love affair at a summer resort town. The entire lyric was totally re-written three more times, with each revision forcing some change in the music. In its final form, "Ocean Avenue" is a murder mystery w
| Song Length |
5:59 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, Jazz - Fusion |
| Tempo |
Multiple Tempos |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Enchanting, Restless |
Subject |
Murder, Rape, Ghosts |
| Similar Artists |
The Moody Blues, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
OCEAN AVENUE
© 2006 Feathermerchant Music (BMI)
Words & Music by Thomas C. Wyld
From the album "The Boys We Are" by Wyld, Dark Heart.
Last night?s conversation starred a suitcase on the bed.
Your explanations? Charming, but better left unsaid.
Today back early from the beach, I see too much, but all I see is red.
The hammer falls within your reach. Summer?s gone right to my head.
Not another lullaby.
Not another alibi.
Just another memory of OCEAN AVENUE
Where betrayal wore a sun-kissed face. You?ve seen it, haven?t you?
You wore the high-low hemline with a ruched rose at the waist.
You strolled the Jersey boardwalk sayin?, ?Take a peek but never taste.?
But you were on a roll with actors, they were all dressed up for play.
You filled your sails with sailors. Will one of them ever say one day:
Not another lullaby.
Not another alibi.
Just another memory of OCEAN AVENUE
Where betrayal wore a sun-kissed face. I kissed it, wouldn?t you?
Snap your fingers, the clues still linger on OCEAN AVENUE.
Feel the wind as all the heads spin just to look at you.
Our dreams dismissed as mere pretense.
Our scrapbooks seized as evidence.
Guess summer?s finally over here on OCEAN AVENUE.
Sea-blue eyes sure lit the fuse with see-through summer?s hottest hues.
With a flirty A-line? Sandles? Shoes? You didn?t have a thing to lose
When arcade lights concealed kisses on a ferris wheel.
Even this ghost sees how you feel: When summer?s here, love?s a steal.
Not another lullaby.
Not another alibi.
Just another memory of OCEAN AVENUE
Where betrayal wore a sun-kissed face. I believed it, wouldn?t you?
Panelled crepe and shoulder cape and sudden movements shadowed shape
Painted lips, long fall, deep scrape, neckline, plunges, no escape.
We made the news that day. Sorrow was the look conveyed.
?This can?t be real,? you said, ?No way!? You really have just this to say,
?We bid a very sad goodbye.
No, it?s not an alibi,
But a bitter memory of OCEAN AVENUE
Where honesty wore sun-kissed faces. We wore them. You do, too.?