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This Ache
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Rock
This Ache was released on August 5, 2003 by Sanctuary Records as a part of the album Truth Be Told
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Release DateAugust 5, 2003
LabelSanctuary Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM121

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Performer
Brendan Hill
Brendan Hill
Drums, Percussion
Chan Kinchla
Chan Kinchla
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Background Vocals
John Popper
John Popper
Harmonica, Vocals, Guitar
Tad Kinchla
Tad Kinchla
Bass Guitar
Ben Wilson
Ben Wilson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Popper
John Popper
Composer, Lyrics
Ben Wilson
Ben Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gehman
Don Gehman
Producer

Lyrics

This ache that follows you down
From wherever you both came from
Well, it won't leave quietly
It just waits here noisily with me
I turn to go but wait instead
It sinks its fangs into my head
And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone
The fragrance and dull parts unknown
I try my best but it gets worse
And be fearful of this blessed curse
The moon is full, I feel my cheeks
My instincts give no sympathy for me
And all I want is to stay here with you
For at least a couple of minutes more
In your front seat
By any reason I can find
My right foot's still dangling out your door
This ache that followed you down
From wherever you both came from
Well, it won't leave quietly
It just waits here noisily with me
The pots and pans and bare-ass bones
Would have me feeling all alone
But never fear, the ache is there
And humbly he pulls up a chair
And through the night we play some hands
While the achey issues his demands
Yeah, the achey issues his demands
On the Custer Ave.'s lemonade stand
And all I have is this ache
Just to see you again
Though I've got no pretext to
And hope won't quench my thirst this time
Can't you see that I'm aching for you?
I go to sleep when I awake
In the kitchen is my ache
He cooks me breakfast, ties my shoes
Whoops in the time he pays my dues
He sticks a needle in my eye
It haunts me like some tragic lie
Reminds me till I bend to pray
That I've been given the gift
Of this ache that followed you down
From wherever you both came from
Well, it won't leave quietly
It just waits here noisily with me
And this ache that followed you down
From wherever you both came from
This ache that followed you down
From wherever you both came from
Well, it won't leave quietly
It just waits here noisily with me
Written by: Ben Wilson, John Popper
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