From the recording MY MUSEUM
18. VOICES IN MY HEAD
(music & lyrics - Peter Eldridge)
Kim Nazarian - vocals
Peter Eldridge - vocals and keyboards
Peter Calo - guitars
Darmon Meader - soprano sax
Ben Wittman - drums
Co-produced by Ben Wittman and Peter Eldridge
- this song was written in the early 90’s, at a time when New York Voices had just begun touring a considerable amount throughout the year. It’s my ode to being on the road and all it represented, the good and the bittersweet. Kim Nazarian, who I’ve known and grown up with since sophomore year of college in Ithaca, NY, was the voice I heard for this tune. Kim and I have had a special sound together since we met and sang ‘Where is the Love’ during a vocal jazz concert at school. She is a force, a goddess, a powerhouse - all those accolades fit. And Darmon plays some very melodious and soaring soprano sax lines on this one. Another one where the midi programming came first, and it was fleshed out with Peter Calo’s guitar playing, sax, and a longing duet between Kim and I.
Lyrics
VOICES IN MY HEAD (music & lyrics - Peter Eldridge)
Traveling down open roads
Remembering stories I’ve lived and told
All these sleepless nights and sunrise flights
Hold tight as each new day unfolds
No one could understand
Just what this strange life demands
You have to live it to forgive it
Captive and at its command
CHORUS
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voyages around the world and still I search
For my own world instead
Voices in my head
Choices fill my head
Listening to what’s felt and not just what is said
But hanging by a thread
Hearing all these voices
The sting of mood swings
The pull of heartstrings
Like clowns juggling but never balancing
All these growing desires glow like wildfires
An empire built on a high wire
Intervention heard with apprehension
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
The ties of family fade as a life of music invades
Thoughts weighed become a serenade
(repeat chorus)
Journeying can be a lonely state
How can connections grow
But music is such a kind escape
It’s one true love I know
All these misfits and hermits Please permit me this battle of wits
I’m just searching to find
The one true voice in a restless mind
Hearing voices . . . .
Voices in my head