Dean Madonia: Audio/Video

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

About "Walking the Solitude":
I was driving home from the after hours club, "The Elodorado," where I played my 3rd job of the day, and I saw a waitress from my earlier gig. I had given her a ride home before (and found out she had small, unattended children waiting) and I decided I was enabling her by driving her home. She was a mess, she played the bar game too long and had no way out. I drove right past her.

"Walking the Solitude"
(Dean Madonia)

Tammy's hitching a ride again
She's run out of money
She's run out of friends
And she's walking the solitude

The highway seems like a river of dreams
Rolling on to meet the sky
It's so hard to face them all
And watch them pass you by

And she's walking the solitude
Drowning in a sea of strangers

Paul's day ends at the bottle club
He just likes to sit and brood
Drowning in a sea of strangers
Lost in his solitude
Dressed in see-through born-to-lose
He's waiting for his life to come around
Sorting through the broken pieces
He's getting tired of the sound

And he's walking the solitude
drowning in a sea of strangers
Walking the solitude
Walking the solitude

We all want the world to come our way
Hand in hand we go our seperate ways
Our seperate ways

And we're walking the solitude
drowning in a sea of strangers, strangers
Walking the solitude
Walking the solitude

(©1998)