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Every time I watch the show King of the Hill I play out a small fantasy of mine to be able to play that melody on a harp. Maybe you can live out that dream for me and I can enjoy that accomplishment by proxy. In fact that should be the title of this — Accomplishment by Proxy

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Randy and Jim asked me to do this arrangement of a song which they wrote.

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In 2006, Utada Hikaru released an album called Ultra Blue.

What I want is an English version of this song. I started writing lyrics in my spare time. It’s taken me a long time as I’ve been busy with classes and am a bit of a perfectionist, but I’m thus far pleased with what I have.

Places I’m used to being, people I’m used to seeing
Recently all seem to speak of the tragedies,
Of places far across the seas
I want to feel safe again in the night,
Soft music and sleep without fright
No matter how painful the time, why do I sing? (Who knows)
I don’t want to love again, why do I keep trying? (Darling, darling, ah)
I don’t hear a thing no matter what you say or do
I am blinded without a clue
I just tried, I just tried turning BLUE
I am only human
Complimented by this color
Day and day growing number
I think I’m getting older
I remember the sadness of your frown
Those spinning lights
I want to believe once again you’ll be around
The light is bound to reach you
Even on nights so freezing, who is the one singing? (Who?)
From sheets of music thrown askew
The notes, their tune inked in BLUE
I remember the sadness of your frown
Those spinning lights
I want to believe once again you’ll be around
The light is bound to reach you
Oh, no matter how painfully my life, why do I live? (Who knows?)
I just want a normal life, fame is overexaggerated.
Darling darling, ah, questions make me BLUE.
Darling darling, ah,
Tell me something good
Or let me feel your warmth one more time,
You have no idea the mountain I’d climb
Oh, no matter how long the night, day should break right?
Just like the stories from when we were children?
And though I don’t can’t hear a thing at all,
I know this storm will soon end
And though the future is cloudy
We can always keep on hoping
Why can’t you understand this? And why do I care about it? (Who knows)
I don’t want to love again, why do I keep trying? (Darling, darling, ah)
I don’t hear a thing no matter what you say or do
I am blinded without a clue
I just tried, I just tried turning BLUE

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Randy and Jim asked me to do this arrangement of a song which they wrote.

Jim’s original version:

This is a Paid Song! Learn more…

Randy and Jim asked me to do this arrangement of a song which they wrote.

Jim’s original version: