In some past life, I lived in New Orleans. I’m quite sure of it.
Perched on the stoop of a jazz club, guitar in hand. Crooning some laid back melody. A sultry connection of souls.
In some past life, I lived in New Orleans. Sang for the living. Made music for the dead.
I wrote this song some time ago. Who knows…maybe even longer than that. I fancy I was a silky tongued musician. Nothing more than a smoky silhouette in a Big Easy doorway.
You might have heard me sing this before. In some past life.
I’m quite sure of it…
I Just Want
I don’t want to take your clothes off, baby
I just want to lay here and look deep into your eyes.
I don’t want to take your clothes off, baby
I just want to lay here and look deep into your eyes.
Feel the magic grow between us, darling
A man never felt so alive
So alive.
(instrumental)
I don’t want to scare you, baby
I just want to steal your breath away.
I don’t want to scare you, baby
I just want to steal your breath away.
Feel your hair brush against my neck, darling
Melt this night down into day
Into day.
What you got I want a piece of, sugar
From your toes straight to your fingertips.
You know you’re always on my mind, sugar
I can’t wait to kiss your honey lips.
I’ll be the shoulder you can lean on
I’ll be the mountain you can’t miss.
(instrumental)
I don’t want to take your clothes off, baby
I just want to undress you with my eyes.
I don’t want to take your clothes off, baby
I just want to undress you with my eyes.
Feel you tremble beneath my fingers, darling
Make your tender heart come alive
Come alive.
I don’t want you to frown no more, baby
I just want to keep all your clouds away.
I don’t want you to frown no more, baby
I just want to keep all your clouds away.
Be the sun to keep you growing, darling
Be the music behind all you say
All you say.
Copyright © 2013 Joseph A. Pinto – All Rights Reserved.
Transporting. And that kiss sounds great.
Lol Thank you, Angie. I’m glad you enjoyed it
I feel the same way about New Orleans. Just overwhelmingly drawn to it, all out proportion to any realistic reason. I wish I could hear the tune you have in mind for your song. The lyrics are certainly right.
Hi Renae Marie! Thanks for reading, as well as the kind comments
New Orleans is simply a magical city…I don’t think you can ever quite capture its essence in words. I’m not a song writer by any stretch, but the Big Easy had its hands all over this one!
I feel the same way about New Orleans – overwhelmingly drawn to it, all out of proportion to any realistic reasons I have for loving it. I wish I could hear the tune for your song. The lyrics sound right.
As with everything else – magnificent!
Hi Nina! Thank you! This is something I wrote a long time ago…I think I’ll stick to the horror business, but it’s fun to create something outside my box and comfort zone
I really liked it. I hear it sung in a husky, deep voice in a smoke filled room. Good stuff. Need a sound bite through so I can figure the guitar part out. Great lyrics, Joe!
Trust me, I’ll work on it!!
Very smooth, man. I had no idea your writing talent extended to that particular realm. (the ladies are in trouble)
I love The Big Easy. The place is full of a rhythmic and spicy sensuality that is hard to resist.
lol Thank you Zack. My ‘song writing’ is something to do from time to time when the fancy strikes. I don’t think I’m ready to pay bills through it just yet.
Pretty cool, my friend. I didn’t know you wrote songs, but then, we don’t let all our secrets out, do we?
Blaze
Thanks, Blaze. I guess I should have a hobby on the side when I’m not devourer souls and weaving my tales
I like it. Didn’t know you also wrote songs. Do you also play an instrument?
I’d love to visit New Orleans. Someday. I wish it could be this year. They’re hosting the World Horror Convention this year, and I think it would be amazing to be there for it. Hope they’ll do it again someday (maybe that same “someday” I alluded to earlier).
Paul D. Dail
Hey Paul! Thank you! No, I don’t play an instrument (guitar lessons on my bucket list), but there’s always music in my head (I suppose as scores to my horror fiction lol). I know all about the World Horror Convention in New Orleans this year; I can’t make it & it’s killing me. My sister gets married the very next weekend. ‘Nuff said… lol
That’s beautiful!
Hi Andrea! Welcome to my nook! lol Thank you very much, I appreciate it! And thank you for taking the time to read my post
I’m glad I came by and shall be returning.
Consider it done!
You rock!! lol A gracious thank you once again, Andrea
Careful, Andrea. Joseph is talented, and once you start following, it is hard to let stop. Some of us are hooked!
By-the-way, I enjoy your travel blog
lol Thanks, Zack!!
Really well written, Joe. I can feel the emotion behind those words.
Thanks very much, Jason! Even a horror writer can feel the blues if he so allows
Ats some bluesy tune you got going.
Don’t want to take your clothes off just want to lay beneath the moon…
Thank you Leslie, glad you enjoyed it! I see you got the jam goin’ on yourself, too! lol
Yes. Whether it was infused into the lyrics so as not to be mistaken, or otherwise, I heard the music—not just the melody. The instrumental was cool, like ice-water spilling down the chin and neck as you drink deeply in the heat. Very slick.
~Chris
Hey Chris, thanks. I think all blues was made to be crooned in the deep of a sticky, steamy night.
Reblogged this on For Love of My Shadow and commented:
Just when you thought you knew Joseph Pinto—horror author, and founder of Pen of the Damned—he posts another side of his prodigious talent. Enjoy a taste of the Big Easy, mon ami!
~Chris
Thank you Chris. That’s very kind of you to say. Humbling.
Thank you Chris!!
My pleasure. Love the Blues. Wrote a few pieces for a singer friend of mine, Gaileen Grillo. Vernon Black played bass on the track, and Kevin Hayes played drums. Gailene sang for John Lee Hooker, The Meters, and the Neville Brothers. I was 27 and blown away they were playing my song. I kept thinking, “That’s “Burnin’ Vernon & Robert Cray’s drummer!” Still makes me smile.
~Chris
I love the way you led into the song. Pulls you in and make you beg for more. Now you know I have to hear the song as well! Great write!
Thank you very much!
Just something I wrote for fun. I’ve never heard of anyone ‘begging’ for more of a song before lol Now you’ve put me under pressure to sing (no! no! lol)
OMG I love music as much as I love writing! PS yes the pressure is on! Sing Sing Sing!!!
*wrings his hands* Oh no, this has turned into the horror edition of American Idol now lol
LOL….
Nice job! I heard the tap, tap, tapping of bottle caps on the little boys shoes that make their living on Bourbon and the rolling Mississippi behind you. Was that the trolley horn? Let’s go see what they’ve got for sale in the French Market after beignets and chicory coffee!
Hey Vaaaaaal!
Thanks very much! Mmmm beignets! I do believe that’s better than any song singing! ;P
I love lyrics, more so perhaps when I don’t know a melody and have to guess at it. This was wonderful. My favorite line:
“I’ll be the mountain you can’t miss.”
Hi Alexis!
Thank you for reading! Horror is my bread and butter, but I do enjoy stepping from the darkness from time to time 
I like to keep my personal blog fresh, spattering it with, as we Italians like to say, “A little bit of dis…a little bit of dat.” lol
Come back and visit now, ya hear?
Will do!
Super great Joe!! Loved all of it
Hi Robyn!
Thank you so much! I’m happy you enjoyed it 
I’ve never really thought about New Orleans but you’ve sold me on it, and your song is really nice, I like it.
Hi Jess! Thanks for visiting…I’m glad I was able to infuse a little of N’Awlins into ya
And thank you for enjoying!