Song Four: Alona

Alona is sort of a ballad-y, tongue in cheek, country tune. It's based on true events in Santa Cruz with Joe Laxon (The Station, John Lee Hooker Jr.) and Drew Briscoe (The Station). Oh, and a certain gal whose name is the title of the song. In the end, it was an innocent night, and a stupid story, and she probably got the best of us. But that's ok. Cause now I got to write a song about her. This song was also written within the first few months I lived in SF.

I got a bucket
full of puke,
and sweet memories of you.
(Oh...Alona)

You know the water
drips like tears
off of this cooler full of beers.
(Oh...sweet Stella Artois,
and Boont Amber)

Sun shining
in my eyes.
You know we never said goodbye.
(Oh...Alona,
oh...Alona)

We were standing
on your porch,
you wouldn't come and answer the door.
(Oh...Alona,
oh...Alona)

Wet piles of sand
clinging to my feet.
Is that what it's like between your sheets?
(Oh...Alona [I guess I'll never know],
oh...Alona [I guess I'll never know])

(Oh...Alona) repeats