SONG LYRICS: Things Don't Cry

Dylan has been cleaning his room the last few days, discovering little scraps of memories from years gone by.  He must have found this print out of a song I wrote back in 2003, as it was sitting in my study when I returned home from two days of meetings down in Calgary with the Premier's Council on Culture.

First of all, I'm not a songwriter, nor a poet, but this old fashioned country song poured out of me 11 years ago.  The melody came back to me immediately as I read the words.  I don't remember the contest of why I wrote it, though I have vague memories of having sung it (badly) to a musical performer, though I don't recall specifically who it was.

For better or for worse, these are the lyrics to "Things Don't Cry".

"Things Don't Cry"
by Russell Thomas (2003)

we got our dvd's, our suv's
credit cards and magazines
closets of clothes, bags of gold
it's supposed to do it, so I'm told

but things don't cry (things don't cry...)

houses cannot dry away your tears
give you love, or try to ease your fears
rub your back, mend your knee
no matter what you say
diamonds cannot take the pain away

cause things don't cry

we've got our trips to rome and lots of phones
bottles of gin and mobile homes
money to burn, food to spare
it ain't gonna get us anywhere

cause things don't cry (things don't cry...)

money cannot dry away your tears
give you love, or try to ease your fears
rub your back, mend your knee
no matter what you say
diamonds cannot take the pain away

cause things don't cry

I'm thinking I need to collaborate with a guitarist and try to perform this someday at the Full Moon Cafe.  Any takers?