The Obol song that almost wasn’t, Lover has undergone more re-writes, shelvings and unshelvings than any other Obol track. Built around an old song we played in The Exterior, Lover was originally called “Waiting”, and early MySpace listeners ate up the White Rabbit-esque 60’s swank of the verse, but the proggy elements in the solo caused tumult within the initial band lineup. We simplified the time changes and reinforced the hooks, and eventually the song became our biggest hit on Youtube.
Song name: Lover (formerly Waiting)
Written by: Barry Craig and Markus Von Prouse, 2002 and 2007
Performances on this recording: Barry, Josh, and Joey
Last updated: New lyrics in June 2012. Added a new guitar solo concept, along with some new vocals, February 2011. Added Joey’s guitars, April 2011.
So you want to be king of the universe? You know that’s not the answer. It’s just you and me, my friend. All alone with cancer. So you want to be queen of my universe? You know that’s not the answer. It’s just you and me, sister. All alone with laughter. Hello world, I’m calling collect, can you hear me? How is life, on the third sun satellite? Piggyback, children. Having fun, DNA and oven buns. Don’t be a tool. Your life goals are just a pitri dish. Can you not… can you not see? You never know, you run on home, you’d better go and get away from me. You’ll catch a cold. I’ll chain your soul. Just lock yourself inside and hide from me. You never know. Go it alone. You’d better look inside and cut for me. A marriage vow. You stupid cow. You’ve got a life in mind that ain’t for me. It’s all the same. You’re born and raised. To think this way. The way it’s played. Or, you could wait. So here we go, so apropo. Give me your hand, I’ll make you blind to see. End of the line, my valentine. We’re so entwined, you’ll find it hard to breathe. Where to you go to be alone? You know I always want you here. For. Me. Don’t cast me out. Give in to doubt. I promise you, my lover, anything. It’s all the same. You’re born and raised. To think this way. The way it’s played. Or, you could wait. So minuscule, all my worries are so similar. Such is life, your fear is my disease. It pulls us closer. Born to run, until the day of a blood red sun. Time is cruel, inevitable separation. Or you could wait for me. Why don’t you wait for me?
Opines from the uninitiated:
From Rachel S.: This song is a tumultuous situation, a series of the things that you feel. A calm acceptance, a grieving, a calm, an anger. And of course the rage.