Jim’s theme for today is "Songs where somebody is having sex, or talking, or hinting about having it." Before I knew it, I had my song for today. Actually, Robert Cray has several songs about infidelity and "dipping your pen in some other man’s inkwell," but this fit the best. "Porch Light" is from his third album, 1985’s False Accusations.
The lyrics, from Lyrics.com:
Midnight
And her porchlight’s on
The signal
That her man is gone
She’ll open her back door wide
I’ll slip down the alley, then slip inside
She’s waiting
Just inside the door
In perfume
Probably nothing more
She’ll greet me with her arms spread wide
Hit by the darkness, we’ll fly, fly, fly
Standing here
I feel just like a criminal
Returning to the seen of the crime
Every time that we steal these loving hours
We promise that it will be the last time
Sneak out
Just before the dawn
Knowing that we’ve done her man wrong
He’s out working while we’re at plays
And my conscious hounds me
The whole long day
Mmm
Sun down
My blood starts to stir
All my thoughts go back to her
At midnight my guilt will ease
And I’ll be watching her porch-light
Begging please, please, please
Standing here
I feel just like a criminal
Returning to the seen of the crime, yeah, yeah, yeah
And every time that we steal these loving hours
When we’re stealing, when we’re stealing it
We promise that it will be the last time, yeah
And her porchlight’s on
The signal
That her man is gone
She’ll open her back door wide
I’ll slip down the alley, then slip inside
She’s waiting
Just inside the door
In perfume
Probably nothing more
She’ll greet me with her arms spread wide
Hit by the darkness, we’ll fly, fly, fly
Standing here
I feel just like a criminal
Returning to the seen of the crime
Every time that we steal these loving hours
We promise that it will be the last time
Sneak out
Just before the dawn
Knowing that we’ve done her man wrong
He’s out working while we’re at plays
And my conscious hounds me
The whole long day
Mmm
Sun down
My blood starts to stir
All my thoughts go back to her
At midnight my guilt will ease
And I’ll be watching her porch-light
Begging please, please, please
Standing here
I feel just like a criminal
Returning to the seen of the crime, yeah, yeah, yeah
And every time that we steal these loving hours
When we’re stealing, when we’re stealing it
We promise that it will be the last time, yeah
And that’s Song Lyric Sunday (and Song of the Day) for October 3, 2021.
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I absolutely love this John! ☺️ Always loved a little SRV too
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Glad you liked it!
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Great song pick, John. It’s not just the lyrics, but the guitar!
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He’s fantastic on guitar. Breaks a lot of strings in concert….
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Robert Cray has a very pleasant voice, nice pick John.
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He’s also one hell of a guitarist. Glad you liked it!
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You brought him up the other day on a post of mine…I have been listening to him some…I listened to him in the 80s…it was a great break from the typical top 40
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He had the one Top 40 hit, “Smoking Gun,” in ’86 or so, and modest success until ’95 or so.
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It was his guitar playing that really impressed me. Him and SRV were the great new ones at the time.
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They played together the night SRV died, in fact. That was in the Chicago area….
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Wow… and Clapton also… what a great show.
Oh… remember Jon Butcher?
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Can’t say I ever heard him before just now: I have his “Holy War” on now.So far, I like him…
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My first time hearing this song… he’s quite a storyteller 😀
And it’s not just about sex, it’s also about an affair….
I like this song!!
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It’s not one of his more familiar songs. He did several albums before Strong Persuader, which was when I first heard of him, and it was from one of those.
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I think there are songs that they promote in other parts of the world that don’t get much attention in the US.
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