The war was over, I was living with my folks. I yelled upstairs, "Hey ma, off to grab some smokes." And my father called, "Why you need to smoke so late?" Well, I'd lied. I had a date. Free from my folks' enslavement, skippin' along the pavement to see a brunette, who I'd never met. But I never would forget how she looked in that dress. How she stuck out her hand and said "My name is Cecily Smith, and I hope you like music cause I've got two tickets for La Traviata." That's when I said, "I hate opera." She laughed and said, "Well, lucky for you that you're with Cecily Smith. Who cares what you are listening to? It's who you're listening with." So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap. If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap. So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins.. Then I hear violins. And the hair on my neck was rising, a feeling new and surprising, But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound, no, it was because I found her hand was in mine. And that's where it will stay until they play the final chord. She said "Were you bored?" And I say, "I guess it wasn't quite so bad, it was the best time that I've.. ever had." She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you, I've got seats to Beethoven's Fifth. Who cares what you are listening to? It's who you're listening with." A perfect wife, A perfect life. The time exploded like a bullet from a gun. A week, a year, and then a marriage and a son. And a rental where I still can hear her laugh when I play the phonograph. So I let the music guide me as Cecily sits beside me. A girl of nineteen with a nervous marine, feel her head begin to lean as the melody soars. And though it was real, it doesn't feel like it could be. That night when you said to me that "I've got two tickets for La Traviata." It's sad but true how much I miss you. I miss you, Cecily Smith. Life is not the things that we do, it's who we're doing them with.
Thank you soooo much! I’ve been looking for this for weeks, and finally, one appears! I was learning it myself but now I don’t have to since that wasn’t going well anyways! Still, thank you 😁
I’ve been super drawn to this song lately and have been thinking about recording a cover of it. If that does eventually happen, could I possibly use this instrumental? You will receive credit for the instrumental
The war was over, I was living with my folks I yelled upstairs "Hey mom, I'm off to grab some smokes" And my father called, "Why you need to smoke so late?" Well I'd lied, I had a date Free from my folks' enslavement Skippin' along the pavement To see a brunnette, who I'd never met But I never would forget, how she looked in that dress How she stuck out her hand and said "My name is Cecily Smith and I hope you like music 'Cause I've got two tickets for La Traviata" That's when I said, "I hate opera" She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you That you're with Cecily Smith Who cares what you are listening to It's who you're listening with" So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins Then I hear violins And the hair on my neck was rising A feeling new and surprising But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound No, it was because I found her hand is in mine And that's where it will stay until they play the final chord She says, "Were you bored?" And I say, "I guess it wasn't quite so bad; It was the best time that I ever had" She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you I got seats to Beethoven's Fifth, Who cares what you are listening to It's who you're listening with" A perfect wife A perfect life The time exploded like a bullet from a gun A week, a year, and then a marriage, and a son And a rental where I still can hear her laugh When I play the phonograph So I let the music guide me And Cecily sits beside me A girl of nineteen, with a nervous marine Feel her head begin to lean, as the melody soars And though it was real, it doesn't feel like it could be That night when you said to me That I've got two tickets for La Traviata It's sad but true, how much I miss you I miss you Cecily Smith Life is not the things that we do It's who we're doing them with
THANK YOU. I am a Poor Thespian who needs this for a district audition (and hopefully districts and state) so i would love to be able to download this for that use (i shall not be making money of this, bc its like. Educational.)
The war was over, I was living with my folks.
I yelled upstairs, "Hey ma, off to grab some smokes."
And my father called, "Why you need to smoke so late?"
Well, I'd lied. I had a date.
Free from my folks' enslavement,
skippin' along the pavement
to see a brunette, who I'd never met.
But I never would forget
how she looked in that dress.
How she stuck out her hand and said
"My name is Cecily Smith,
and I hope you like music
cause I've got two
tickets for La Traviata."
That's when I said, "I hate opera."
She laughed and said,
"Well, lucky for you
that you're with Cecily Smith.
Who cares what you are listening to?
It's who you're listening with."
So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap.
If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap.
So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins..
Then I hear violins.
And the hair on my neck was rising,
a feeling new and surprising,
But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound,
no, it was because I found
her hand was in mine.
And that's where it will stay until they play the final chord.
She said "Were you bored?"
And I say, "I guess it wasn't quite so bad, it was the best time that I've.. ever had."
She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you,
I've got seats to Beethoven's Fifth.
Who cares what you are listening to?
It's who you're listening with."
A perfect wife,
A perfect life.
The time exploded like a bullet from a gun.
A week, a year, and then a marriage and a son.
And a rental where I still can hear her laugh
when I play the phonograph.
So I let the music guide me
as Cecily sits beside me.
A girl of nineteen with a nervous marine,
feel her head begin to lean
as the melody soars.
And though it was real, it doesn't feel like it could be.
That night when you said to me
that "I've got two tickets for La Traviata."
It's sad but true how much I miss you.
I miss you, Cecily Smith.
Life is not the things that we do,
it's who we're doing them with.
Thank you soooo much! I’ve been looking for this for weeks, and finally, one appears! I was learning it myself but now I don’t have to since that wasn’t going well anyways! Still, thank you 😁
Luke O'Brien Yeah, I was also looking for it for a long while until I realized I could just post it myself and not deal with the hassle 😂
I can't tell if this is out of tune or transposed up a half step from the original (or if the audio is just really wonky)
omggg can i use this for a cover?? >< omggg
Ofc! Go for it!
Thank you so much, I really needed this
I’ve been super drawn to this song lately and have been thinking about recording a cover of it. If that does eventually happen, could I possibly use this instrumental? You will receive credit for the instrumental
The war was over, I was living with my folks
I yelled upstairs "Hey mom, I'm off to grab some smokes"
And my father called, "Why you need to smoke so late?"
Well I'd lied, I had a date
Free from my folks' enslavement
Skippin' along the pavement
To see a brunnette, who I'd never met
But I never would forget, how she looked in that dress
How she stuck out her hand and said
"My name is Cecily Smith and I hope you like music
'Cause I've got two tickets for La Traviata"
That's when I said, "I hate opera"
She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you
That you're with Cecily Smith
Who cares what you are listening to
It's who you're listening with"
So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap
If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap
So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins
Then I hear violins
And the hair on my neck was rising
A feeling new and surprising
But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound
No, it was because I found her hand is in mine
And that's where it will stay until they play the final chord
She says, "Were you bored?"
And I say, "I guess it wasn't quite so bad;
It was the best time that I ever had"
She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you
I got seats to Beethoven's Fifth,
Who cares what you are listening to
It's who you're listening with"
A perfect wife
A perfect life
The time exploded like a bullet from a gun
A week, a year, and then a marriage, and a son
And a rental where I still can hear her laugh
When I play the phonograph
So I let the music guide me
And Cecily sits beside me
A girl of nineteen, with a nervous marine
Feel her head begin to lean, as the melody soars
And though it was real, it doesn't feel like it could be
That night when you said to me
That I've got two tickets for La Traviata
It's sad but true, how much I miss you
I miss you Cecily Smith
Life is not the things that we do
It's who we're doing them with
*I can still hear his voice*
thank youuu!!! I am now satisfied with life hhahahhahaha
THANK YOU. I am a Poor Thespian who needs this for a district audition (and hopefully districts and state) so i would love to be able to download this for that use (i shall not be making money of this, bc its like. Educational.)
do you have the chords for this? beautiful!! :)
gonna try learning this on the ukulele, wish me luck
Yasss amazing as always
Thank you so much for this!!! 😭💕💕💕
WHY DOES THIS REMIND ME OF DOWN TO EARTH OMGG