You ever hear a song that just feels like a worn-in pair of jeans—comfortable, a little rough around the edges, but so you? That’s Makeup And Faded Blue Jeans. It’s not out there yet, but if I close my eyes, I can already hear it: a dusty, soulful melody that wraps around you like a hug you didn’t know you needed. This isn’t some polished pop anthem—it’s raw, real, and brimming with that kind of beauty you find in the everyday mess of life.
Picture this: a woman standing in front of a cracked mirror, smudging on some lipstick, her favorite blue jeans faded from years of living. There’s a story stitched into every thread—late nights, heartbreak, maybe a few too many whiskeys, but also those quiet mornings where the sun sneaks in and makes everything okay again. The song’s got that vibe: a little twang in the guitar, a voice that’s smoky and tender, singing about how she’s still standing, still shining, even when the world’s tried to wear her down. It’s not about perfection—it’s about the grit and grace of just showing up.
What makes it special? It’s the way it sneaks into your chest and tugs at something you can’t quite name. Maybe it’s the chorus that lifts just enough to feel like hope, or the way the lyrics don’t shy away from the messy stuff—love that’s faded like those jeans, but still fits somehow. I’d bet it’s the kind of song you’d blast driving down a backroad, windows down, letting it carry you somewhere you’ve been before but can’t quite place. It’s personal, you know? Like it’s singing your life back to you.
And the history? Well, it’s waiting to be made. This could be one of those tracks that folks look back on in twenty years, saying, “Remember when that came out? Felt like it was written just for me.” It’s got that timeless ache—think Dolly Parton meets Tom Petty, with a dash of something all its own. So, what do you think? Can you hear it too? A little makeup, a lot of soul, and those faded blue jeans carrying you through?
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In downtown Modesto I was workin’ the Holiday Inn
I would stick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend
I was singing a new song I’d wrote on the way into town
When she came in the front door and found her a place to sit down
Hey I knew right away that she like the words to my song
Cause she stared at my git guitar and followed my fingers too long
And she had the likeness of a girl I’d seen in my dreams
But lights can do wonders with make up and faded blue jeans
And the last thing I needed was somebody messin’ up my mind
So I found a hundred reasons for lookin’ her way one more time
She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar
And blow all my chances at bein’ a big singing star
With one passin’ glance I could tell she was young for her age
Yeah she got to looking better as she got down closer to the stage
And as she sipped on her wine I knew just the kind she would be
And somehow I knew she was here to the bad things to me
And the last thing I needed…
She could cause me to sing bad…