DANCING ON THE BORDERLINE

Disc 1:
1. This Guy's In Love With You
2. You Call It Fate
3. I Ain't Going Nowhere, Baby
4. Missus Perfect
5. Marry You
6. Madly In Love With You
7. Hidden Agenda
8. I Thought I Had It Bad (Til I Met You)

Disc 2:
1. Not That Many
2. Rely On Me Instead
3. Misunderstood
4. A Mess Like You
5. The Garden
6. Highschool Politics
7. Dancing On The Borderline
8. You Have Been Loved
9. Pillow

SONG

 




HANDWRITTEN LYRICS

 

 





GUITARS

 

 


Acoustic guitar:

Tanglewood TW115 ST-CE

All electric guitars::
Fender Stratocaster American Special

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 


 

MISSUS PERFECT

You feel no one's listening to you
so you wont say a word
You think I won't be there to help you
on that side of the world

Now she doesn't pay attention
she's too busy talking
About herself, the sun or rain
so you'll just keep on walking

You don't give yourself a break
tell yourself you should keep going
think if you slow down you'll fail
wonder when it'll be over

Everyone wants something from you
When is it enough?
You're trying to give all you have
I know you ain't that tough

I know she never listens
asks the same things all the time
She's been getting on my nerves
I know what's going through your mind

You don't give yourself a break
tell yourself you should keep going
think if you slow down you'll fail
wonder when it'll be over


 

But to me
You're already missus Perfect
can't you see
Just be yourself
that's good enough for me
Try to catch your breath and don't be silly
And I'll be there like you'll be there for me

So when you think that no one's listening
please come knocking at my door
I will try to help you
Like I tried before

And I'll try to pay attention
and I'll let you talk
'bout yourself, sunshine and rain
And a long beach on the walk

Come on over take a break
close your eyes now go to sleep
Don't let me keep you awake
from all the wonders in your dreams

MOTIVATION

 

 

I had the idea for the bridge for some time, just never managed to get it into a song. While we were driving back from a concert I was in the back seat with my girlfriend who was, once again, completely done with her mom and her constant bitching about whatever came up in the conversation. The concert had been pretty dire but whatever argument my girlfriend would put on the table her mom just ignored, and in fact completely ignored anything her own daughter would say. No one was actually listening to what her mom said but because her mom has the habbit of just talking louder and louder until someone finally responds my girlfriend gave up.

Later during the drive back home she started bitching about what my girlfriend did wrong at school, and my girlfriend just said "I can never do it right. I can never do it right" trying to zone out, which was pretty much impossible due to the constant yapping of her mom. We'd talked earlier how it'd be ok to do a step back even though her mom would disagree, she did enough already. But taking a step back meant failing in her eyes, even though I considered her perfect for what she was like anyway.

It didn't really click for her how I thought she was perfect when all she'd hear from her mom were the things she did wrong, and then her dad backing up her mom as opposed to just ignoring it and telling her what she did right.

 

EXPLANATION

 

 

"And a long beach on the walk" refers to me getting woken up by my girlfriend. She being American and me being Dutch I'd always resort to talking Dutch for the first sentences until she made clear to me she had no clue what I was talking about. I talked about taking a long beach on the walk, and obviously meant a long walk on the beach. We had a laugh over it, but I remembered it and decided to put it in a song as she'd mentioned before how she looked forward to taking a long walk on the beach. Once we were home I let her read the lyrics when we were in her bedroom, not having said a word about her frustration to her mom. She didn't listen anyway. She picked up on the error in regards to the long beach on the walk, and liked the lyrics.