A LIFE LIVED
Coldwater Canyon 5150 ~ Michael Nin
[intro]
(Verse 1)
In the stillness of the night, Coldwater Canyon calls,
Whispers in the moonlight, as the city softly falls.
Three in the morning, under the starry gaze,
Guitars start strumming in a sweet, nocturnal craze.
(Pre-Chorus)
The boulevard is silent, the world’s asleep,
But in our hearts, the music runs deep.
In the canyon’s embrace, where the shadows play,
We find our rhythm at the break of day.
(Chorus)
Three am, Coldwater Canyon, our melodies arise,
Echoes in the canyons, under moonlit skies.
Strumming chords and singing free,
In the heart of the night, just you and me.
(Bridge)
Then someone strikes a chord that hangs in the air,
Like the night itself was waiting there.
Voices rise where the wild winds roam,
Every lost note finds its home.
For a moment the darkness starts to glow,
Like the canyon remembers songs we used to know.
(Verse 2)
Headlights dying on the canyon road,
only the moon and the stories we told.
Three in the morning, the world asleep,
two restless souls with ghosts to keep.
Your guitar cries through the canyon air,
like something lost was hiding there.
In the silence where the shadows bend,
it’s just the music… and my friend.
(Pre-Chorus)
The canyon holds every note we play,
like it knows what we can’t say.
Two shadows in the silver light,
Chasing a song through the dying night.
(Chorus)
Three am, Coldwater Canyon, our melodies arise,
Strumming chords and singing free.
In the heart of the night, just you and me.
Three am, Coldwater Canyon,
Coldwater Canyon,
Coldwater Canyon,
Three AM, Three AM, Three AM,
Coldwater Canyon,
Coldwater Canyon, 5150 — Liner Notes
Coldwater Canyon, 5150 is a reflection on the many late nights Eddie Van Halen and I spent working together at 5150 Studio. We’d often play and record until five in the morning, chasing ideas while the rest of the world slept. When the sun finally came up, I’d head home, shower, and go straight to the office — running on nothing but music and whatever magic had happened in the room that night.
Those were incredible sessions. I learned more from Ed than I could ever put into words. He was endlessly generous with his time and knowledge, always patient, always willing to share. I’m probably the worst guitar player on the planet, but that never mattered to him. He simply loved the music and the process of creating it.
Looking back on how many hours I spent inside 5150 Studio, I realize how lucky I was to be there. Those nights in Coldwater Canyon are memories I’ll carry with me forever.
