Harry Wagg

Harry Wagg

 Ipswich, Massachusetts, USA
SoloJazzAcoustic

Guitarist Harry Wagg specializes in solo, jazz influenced arrangements of traditional and contemporary tunes...

Biography

Specializing in jazz influenced arrangements of classic and contemporary tunes, guitarist Harry Wagg has been performing professionally throughout New England for the past 15 years. He holds a BM from Berklee College of Music, and a Master's Degree in Music Education from Boston University where he was fortunate to study under some of the most respected musicians in the world. Harry currently lives in Ipswich, MA with his wife Raegan, son Henry (3), daughter Dorothy (1), and dogs Ike & Abby.

Lyrics

Another Song

Written By: Harry Wagg

I’m sick of writing
Songs about you
And telling the whole world how Much I care.
It gets me nowhere.

I can’t stop saying
Sorry to you
I often wish I never
Knew the time
When you were mine.

Chorus:
But if I, wrote another Song about you
Would you listen this Time?

Because I, wrote
Another song about you, But this was the
Last time?

I keep on seeing all these People rush on by, while I Sit And Stare.
Off to where?

I keep on getting all These signs, but some Say 6 and some say 9, And I’m scared.
And still getting
Nowhere.

Chorus:

I’m all done singing Songs to you, I need Someone who’ll sing Back to me too.

But if a time should come Again, where if prevailed I’d be back by your Side...
God would I try.

Chorus:

Infatuated

Written By: Harry Wagg

If I saw you again
I could only hope
You’d remember my skin.

And, if I saw you again
I could only hope
In the Summer wind,

That I’d be
Infatuated with you,
Again.
Infatuated with you,
Again.

Shrouded globe
And skies of blue.
Sands of time
Still bring thoughts of you.

I guess I’m
Infatuated with you
Again.
Infatuated with you
Again.
I guess I’m
Infatuated with you
Again.
Infatuated with you
Again.

If I saw you again
I could only hope
You’d remember my skin.

Stopped

Written By: Harry Wagg

Silence falls
Upon my heartbeat.
While it’s still
I feel I hear it breaking.

So I stopped in caring
For the small things.
As time goes on
Importance seems to fail me.

And if I waltzed
Into your picture.
You would think
That I was so misleading.

So I stopped in caring
For the big things.
With truth obscured
Our solace loses meaning.
I’m losing feeling.

Why have you gone
And stopped me in caring?

So here I stand
Upon our doorstep.
Now your gone
I feel I have no more left.

So I stopped in caring
In most all things.
Truth be told
You never meant that much to me
You meant so much to me.