Frazier Chorus - Ray - 1990

So, here is the album with the song that I named my blog after.  Track 5.  My favorite song on this album.  I used this song in my fiction writing class in college as the basis for a short story about a girl I wanted but could never have because I was too afraid to do anything about it.  Classy.  Yes, I wrote a story about being a big wuss, so what.  I look back on it now, and the story and concept were stupid, but this song was not. It's golden perfection.

As for the album, the thing I find most intriguing about it, is the fact that you can't classify it.  One song sounds like a Irish bar song, one song sounds like Jazz, another sounds like a Synthpop track, and then there's an Indie track thrown in for good measure.  All good stuff.

The b-sides are pretty good, but I do find one thing odd about this album and the singles.  Most of the remixes were done by Paul Oakenfold, one of my favorite DJs.  At the time this album came out, he was knee deep in Perfecto, his pet and baby.  These mixes should've been fantastic.  They're pretty shitty, though, and that's a shock.  As for the cover, I had to change the typeface and it's position.  I hated it.

Where did you learn to shout with such a perfect voice
The brightest words I’d heard all week
You read magazines and I heard you speak

And now the world around you makes a perfect noise
The traffic coughs and now the coffee drips
And I can hear the words if I read your lips

You’re in the roof of my mouth
You’re on the tip of my tongue
You’ve come to be all the blood I need
And all the air in my lungs

You sit across the aisle a dozen miles away
You’re just a table across and I need to talk
But my body lost its will to walk

I stare at empty cup and wonder what we’ll say
But now you’re walking out and my pulse stops dead
And there’s a muffled shout inside my head

You’re in the roof of my mouth
You’re on the tip of my tongue
You’ve come to be all the blood I need
And all the air in my lungs

And this is where you sat so this is where I’ll wait
I know that you left and you’re nowhere near
But in my head you’re still right here

You’re in the roof of my mouth
You’re on the tip of my tongue
You’ve come to be all the blood I need
And all the air in my lungs 

Frazier Chorus - Ray - 1990