The Counting Crows is one of my ALL time favorite bands, and since this week in good old Huntsville, middle of nowhere USA it’s pouring buckets of that watery stuff down on us… I decided to share a lyric I can’t quit hitting repeat on today.
The Counting Crows- It’s Raining in Baltimore
This circus is falling down on it’s knees
The big top is crumbling down
It’s raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one’s around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don’t have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don’t get no change
It’s raining in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same
There’s things I remember and things I forget
I miss you I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train Baby, if I listen real hard
And I wish, I wish it was a small world
Because I’m lonely for the big towns
I’d like to hear a little guitar
I guess it’s time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I really need a raincoat
I really really need a rain coat
I really really really need a rain coat
I really need a raincoat
my favourite counting crows’ song!
I can’t pick just one, but it’s way up there on my list!!
managed to catch them live during their 1997 recovering the satellite’s tour while studying in london.
Today is the first time I’ve ever heard that but, I’ve been singing it for months.
Ahhh, it’s on that cd that I bought for you. Now you’re in trouble. LOL
The Counting Crows came dangerously close to being known as Depression’s Advocate. They changed it at the last minute….not wanting to be confused with the “upbeat boy – bands” of the time. ;P
If by depressed you mean realistic…then sure :p either way, boy bands suck. The end.
No. By depressed I mean…the woman sitting at the end of the empty bar (the same woman that has been there at the same time, on the same nights, for the last who knows how many years) crying and occasionally muttering incoherent gibberish about the unfair and sorry hand life has dealt her. You’ve seen this lady, she’s the one the bartender would rather lock in the bar at closing than actually come in to contact with her and bear the brunt of her misdiagnosis as to why she isn’t what/where/who she wants to be.
She has/is/will continue to miss “her” life wishing for what never was. That’s what I mean by depressing when I think about The Counting Crows. They’re lyrics have always wrapped themselves around what could have, should have and might have been. They miss the laughter/smiles/beauty that surrounds them.
They are a depressing band.
I cannot seem to find a single misplaced note on the entire album. Glad to find your blog, and glad to find a fellow fan!