Hawksley Workman Songs - Smoke Baby Lyrics
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Album: Lover/Fighter
Released: 2003
Smoke Baby Lyrics
In your underclothes
You went out for a smoke
I call you in
Just before the storm begins
Your last breath of smoke
You let out in the room
It makes a cloud
Like the greyist
Perfect plume
Smoke Baby, smoke baby
More alcohol baby
Cocaine in Montreal
And back out on a plane baby
An early flight will leave
And on it will be me
I'll be half asleep
And you'll get up at three
Casual as a light
Flickers before it's night
Sadness comes
And the daylight turns and runs
As the sun is setting you'll be betting
I'll be getting through
I'll find a payphone baby
Take some time to talk to you
And I have never felt
Quite this close to hell
All this rock and roll baby
Only time will tell
But we're young now, having fun now
On the town now, get around now
It's fine for now
But someday we'll settle down
But not now
Smoke baby
Who'll give you time to cry?
And time to find yourself?
Writer/s: CORRIGAN, RYAN MATTHEW / MCKINNEY, MARTIN DANIEL N
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Workman has written songs with McKinney numerous times throughout his career and "Smoke Baby" was the first one they wrote together. The song was drastically different from any that Workman had previously written. It opened his songwriting world up to a whole new process he had never explored before. "Smoke Baby" was written in a studio to a beat that McKinney created. In our interview with Workman , he explained what it was like working with him. "The beats that he would cook up always felt to me to be a little cooler," he said. "You just could always feel that Doc was onto something."
It was the beginning of Workman realizing that there were other ways of writing than just sitting down at a piano like he was used to doing. This would later become a norm for Workman when he would take songwriting trips to London, England, Stockholm, Sweden, Los Angeles, and New York to work with pop producers trying to breed radio hits.
The outlandish rock and roll lifestyle Workman mentions is evident in these lyrics:
And I have never felt
Quite this close to hell
All this rock and roll, baby
Only time will tell
And specifically in the chorus, too:
Smoke baby, smoke baby
More alcohol, baby
Cocaine in Montreal
And black out on the plane, baby