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Here Comes The Night

words and music: Bert Berns

Whoa, here it comes

Here comes the night

Here comes the night

Whoa, whoa yeah

I could see right out my window

Walkin’ down the street, my girl

With another guy

His arms around her like it use to be with me

Oh, it makes me want to die

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, here it comes

Here comes the night

Here comes the night

Whoa whoa whoa, yeah

There they go,

It’s funny how they look so good together

Wonder what is wrong with me?

Why can’t I accept the fact she’s chosen him

And simply let them be?

Whoa, whoa, woah

Well, here it comes

Here comes the night

Here comes the night

Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

She's with him, she’s turning down the lights

And now he’s holding her the way I use to do

I could see her closing her eyes

And telling him lies

Exactly like she told me too

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Here it comes

Here comes the night

Here comes the night

Here comes the night….

vocals and instruments: T.S. Taylor

note:

What we have here is a breezy little number containing “obsessive jealousy and approaching loneliness from the point of view of a rejected lover who voyeuristically watches the new couple.” Teen angst at it’s finest!

In 1965, as a 15 year old hearing the Irish blues/pop group “Them,” (along with their lead singer Van Morrison) belting this hook laden song out over the airwaves, added to my love for the band that began when I first heard their raucous version of ‘Gloria.’

"Gloria" was a staple in the repertoire of almost every local garage band around at the time, it’s easy three chord structure perfectly suited to the guitar playing limitations of young rock star wannabes. I believe that this may be the first song my band “The Eccentrics” learned to play and perform; either this or “Louie, Louie,” another three chord staple and musical rite of passage for almost every local band whose sound stage was their parent’s open-doored garages. Back in those days seldom did a summer-time Saturday afternoon go by without the cacophonous sound of young amateurs sloppily performing the likes of "Gloria" and "Louie Louie" echoing throughout the neighborhood. Oddly enough, I don’t recall anyone calling the cops to complain, nor did anyone yell at the band to put a lid on it. Young and old alike would stand in small gatherings on sidewalks and lawns to watch and enjoy the proceedings. The only dour, judgmental people among these gatherings consisted of rival band members there, not to enjoy the show, but to check out the competition and to find fault in the performances. In fact, in those days official “Battle Of The Bands” competitions were quite common. My band and I were in several of them, including one held in the parking lot of a local San Jose strip mall. Hundreds of people showed up, and around our third song into the set I was shocked to see a recognizable group of musicians making their way toward the front of the crowd to watch us perform. I had no idea that Van Morrison and his band “Them” were in the Bay Area on a tour at that time, but there they were in the crowd checking us out. They didn’t stay long, and I doubt we impressed them in any way, (neither did we win The Battle Of The Bands), but what a thrill it was to see these musical giants actually taking the time to listen to our little fledgling garage band and to perhaps smile inwardly at memories of their own sloppy beginnings.