Story Behind The Song
It's a joke-story-song with a [composite] main character based on true stories of life of mine and my friends. Inspired by a remote relative who was dumped by his girlfriend when she discovered a suitcase full of photographs of his ex's (that was in the '70s, before digital photography and Facebook).
Song Description
A guy comes home only to be confronted by his girlfriend/wife who had just found a shoebox full of photos of his ex's. Hilarity ensues.
| Song Length |
4:36 |
Genre |
Folk - General, Folk - Country |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Composed |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Making Up |
| Similar Artists |
Mark Knopfler |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Old Shoebox
Copyright © Maxim Senin, 2014
You are standing in the doorway
Shoe box in your hand
The fuming injured looks
That no one can withstand
My heart sank to the stomach
And now I'm feeling trapped
Guess you found the photographs
I never should have kept
/break/
Eye contact and composure!
Buddy, get a grip!
Just pull yourself together
And try not to slip
It only takes a second
I hang up my coat
Through treacherous waters
I'll keep my ship afloat
/Pre-chorus/
Let's sit down in the kitchen
I'll tell you about those
Just sit back and listen
How the story goes
/Chorus/
There ain't no need to worry
When all is said and done
Just want you to remember:
You are the only one
You are the only one
/Solo/
This is me in Paris
Three German girls I've met
We drank champagne and mingled
And I kissed them for a bet
Here's Linda, pretty waitress
Kept topping off my cup
She didn't have a car and
I used to pick her up
June was a precious blossom
So delicate and sweet!
A little bird of paradise,
Adorably petite
Nicole, a fiction writer
novels, like Dumas
They say she is amazing but
She is comme ci comme ça
/Pre-chorus/
Don't think of them as "trophies"
It sounds like a cliche
The tokens of what made me
The man I am today
/Chorus/
There ain't no need to worry
When all is said and done
Just want you to remember:
You are the only one
You are the only one
/Solo/
One picture that's not here
My biggest crush of all
Sometimes I still can see her
In dreams of the enthralled
You know life is a journey
And now this street is crossed
A lingering old yearning
A picture that I lost
This is Rosa from Hermosa
Helen Bell -- from hell!
Sometimes you meet the odd ones
There isn't much to tell
Melissa-the-librarian
In her green tank top,
"Natacha with mustach-a"
In frozen yogurt shop
/Bridge/
The happiness and romance,
The struggle, pain and strife
It's just a part of riding
the ups and downs of life
/Chorus/
And now I see you smiling
I'm glad you're having fun
Just want you to remember:
You are the only one
You are the only one