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A Stranger I Know Well
Clinton Moore
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SoulJazzy BluesNoir BluesNostalgicCalmIntrospectivePhilosophicalMelancholy
This is a slow, sparse, and deeply philosophical jazzy blues track, perfect for the quietest hours of the night. Titled "A Stranger I Know Well," the song is a man's late-night conversation with the ghost of his younger, more reckless self, captured in his own reflection. With a minimalist noir-jazz arrangement and a world-weary vocal, it's a poignant meditation on aging, memory, and the bittersweet peace of outliving the fires of your youth.
[Intro] [Verse 1] Two A.M., the house is still, the bottle's half way down Not another single soul awake in this whole sleeping town I catch a glimpse in the dark glass, that window to the night And for a second, it's not me there, in the pale and lonely light It's a kid I used to run with, a punk I used to be And he's standin' right there in the dark, just smilin' back at me. [Chorus] Hello there, stranger, a stranger I know well You got a thousand crazy stories that you're just dying to tell You got that fire in your eyes, that trouble in your grin The ghost of every single mess I ever got myself in Yeah, you're a stranger I know well, from a lifetime ago. [Verse 2] I remember how you drove your truck, one hand upon the wheel Chasin' down a feelin' that you thought was real You were breakin' hearts and breakin' laws and breakin' every rule Just a wild and restless graduate of a hard-knocks kind of school You thought that you were ten feet tall and made of smokeless fire Runnin' on cheap whiskey and a dangerous desire. [Chorus] Hello there, stranger, a stranger I know well You got a thousand crazy stories that you're just dying to tell You got that fire in your eyes, that trouble in your grin The ghost of every single mess I ever got myself in Yeah, you're a stranger I know well, from a lifetime ago. [Bridge] I used to hate you for the pain and all the hell you put me through But now I see I wouldn't be me, if it wasn't, son, for you You had to burn so bright and fast, you had to turn to smoke and ash So I could learn to build a fire that was quiet and would last. So I raise my glass to you, my friend, for gettin' me this far. [Saxophone Solo] [Outro] Hello there, stranger... Yeah, a stranger I know well... Go on now, get some rest... We both earned it... Goodnight...
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