Two Thursdays back I went camping up on Mount Charleston. A day of hiking and climbing turned into a steady night of drinking around the fire. I was told a story about one of our friends that chilled me to the bone. Maybe, it was the night air, or perhaps too much mixing of wine, but the narrative got under my skin. It is a horrifically beautiful scenario surrounding a mistaken identity that would make Hitchcock proud. I wrote this song the following day. It will hopefully be on our next album.

side note: I changed the punchline for my own reasons.

Oh, Tim
It started in the morning
the knocking drew you from your bed and to the door
where that man stood standing
he spoke a name you'd never heard, and of deeds you'd never done
but he was pointing

Oh, Tim
what's that sinking feeling
from the corner of your eye you can see it
from the kitchen to the bedroom where it's leading
seventeen inches wide

You've been painted the impostor
all because you're renting his old place
but you're no monster
and the thought of what he's done is keeping you awake

Oh, Tim
it's started reoccurring
the knocking drew you from your bed and to the door
where a different man stood staring
he spoke a name you'd heard before, and of deeds you'd never done
and he was pointing

Oh, Tim
what's that sinking feeling
they say they've got your brother up in Reno
and he's been talking
seventeen inches wide

You've been painted the impostor
all because they say you share his face
but Tim, you're no monster
and the thought of what he's done is keeping you awake

Oh, Tim
it started in the evening
she was walking to her car
and you were starving


Eric M.

Labels: Eric Morelli The Study Band Serial Killer Song