Streetlights is an alternative rock love song by Ludo, released as track 9 on their album You're Awful, I Love You on 2008-02-26. It was composed by Andrew Volpe.
On the album recording, Volpe sings vocals and plays guitar, Tim Ferrell plays guitar, Tim Convy plays the Moog synthesizer, Marshall Fanciullo plays bass, Matt Palermo plats percussion, and Matt Bowen plays violin.
After hearing Love Me Dead from an indie playlist, I downloaded the album, You're Awful, I Love You]]. This song quickly became my second favorite on the album. It's just a sweet song about a shy person coming out of their shell and opening up to a woman as the day turns to night on their date. The description of their date night is very evocative, really painting a picture of a romantic summer sunset. Volpe's vocals aren't conducive to a love song, but his nerdiness really fits the theme of the song. I the stringed instrument (sounds like a steel guitar, mandolin, or ukulele) really adds to the romantic vibe.
While working with a Rocky Horror Picture Show cast, I was pleasantly surprised that another member of the cast knew of Ludo, and loved this song as well. So, we listened to this song together in my car while I was driving some of the cast home from the bar.
When the streetlights, Come on the pooling night, Is levied aside, And pressed in twilight, Against our two rooms, I'll see you tonight. The pavement is aching. Cicadas are crying. The wine-colored air, Breathing thoughts through your hair, Breezing to me, leading me there. I come alive as the shadows parade. My hot summer blood, Comes and floods and in waves. Curbside confessions, no longer afraid, Of what you'll say. And I find you, Twilit beyond all the cars. The driveways they sleep, But streetlights will keep, Watch over me. They flicker like stars. And now the secrets, Carefully kept inside, Run the streets red, Our chemicals spread, Washing us through, Making you mine. I come alive as the shadows parade. My hot summer blood, Comes and floods and in waves. Curbside confessions, no longer afraid, Of what you'll say. Now there are no words, Only the glow in our wires. And so we will be, You turn slow to me, Our lips at the sun, The hills are on fire. Oh... I come alive as the shadows parade. My hot summer blood, Comes and floods and in waves. Curbside confessions, no longer afraid, Of what you'll say. Of what you'll say.
- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You%27re_Awful,_I_Love_You - Wikipedia page for You're Awful, I Love You.