Blank Page Lyrics
Blank page is all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed, drove the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
Stop sign told me stay at home
Told me you were not alone
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to hurt anyone
In bed I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
[Verse 1]
You haven't changed
You're still the same
May you rise as you fall
You were easy
You are forgotten
You are the ways of my mistakes
[Verse 2]
I catch the rainfall
Through the leaking roof
That you had left (Behind)
You remind me
Of that leak in my soul
The rain falls, my friends call
Leaking rain on the phone
Take a day, plant some trees
May they shade you from me
May your children play beneath
[Chorus]
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed, drove the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
[Outro]
But there I was picking pieces up
You are a ghost of my indecision
No more little girl
About
Originally named “48 Chords” as a commentary on the unusual high number of piano chords played, “Blank Page” is about Corgans marriage ending. According to himself, he felt it was odd he had not written about it earlier, but only with this song could express how he felt about it.
Save for “17,” which isn’t really a song at all, “Blank Page” closes the Adore as quietly as it opened, although with a more somber ambiance, giving the listener the feeling that after all the meditations on loss, nothing has been solved.
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On the 2014 reissue of Adore, Corgan writes in the liner notes:
A miracle in that ‘Blank Page’ was never meant to be a song in the conventional sense, but an instrumental called ‘48 Chords;’ in honor of its un-cycling sequence. A chance encounter changed all that when I stuffed a poem I’d just written in my pocket, and in taking it out during a technical disaster I started to sing along to the music filtering out of a tossed-off pair of headphones. From there I went line by line, and I’m proud to say that I think this might be in the album’s best. I’m sure I’ll find someone to argue the point, but that too is like so many oranjes left in the sun
- 1.To Sheila
- 2.Ava Adore
- 3.Perfect
- 6.Tear
- 7.Crestfallen
- 9.Pug
- 11.Annie-Dog
- 12.Shame
- 14.For Martha
- 15.Blank Page
- 16.17