Robert Baitinger, a songwriter from Germany
For songwriters who dont sing or perform it is extremely hard to make ones mark in the music business because they dont have a platform to present and promote their work. This is more or less the situation that I, Robert Baitinger, a songwriter from Germany, have been confronted with since I started writing songs in 1978.
My idea is to complement my songwriting capabilities with the "helping hands" of excellent artists, musicians and innovative producers. In the age of the internet it has become easier to communicate and collaborate with musicians and producers all over the world. I am utilizing the internet and pursuing the idea of a conceptual studio band with a frequently changing lineup of artists. I call this project the "Rob B. Project" since I supply the melodies and/or lyrics of a song and other musicians/producers/songwriters contribute their talents and skills to make it come to life.
Story behind the song
In a chat in a songwriter forum someone wrote a comment that went like this: "Aawww, you miss me, don'cha". When I read that I thought, wow, one could use that cool line in a song lyric. Just a few seconds later I was snapping my fingers and singing:
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
Don'cha miss me
This became a dangerously catchy chorus. I then wrote the rest of the song around the chorus.
Lyrics
Don'cha Miss Me
[Verse 1]
You keep saying you're alright
But the truth is in your eyes
Standing there beside another
Your smile just tells lies
You said it's done
But you keep holding on so secretly
Every time you laugh
You're still remembering me
[Pre-chorus]
But the truth keeps slipping from your hands
You can't hide what your heart still plans
[Chorus]
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
Don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
[Verse 2]
You're reaching for a new fire
But it doesn't feel the same
The spark your chasing flickers
It can't match a brighter flame
I can see it when he pulls you close
That your heart is far away
All the things you're hiding
Still bring you back to yesterday
[Pre-chorus]
But the truth keeps slipping from your hands
You can't hide what your heart still plans
[Chorus]
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
Don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
[Bridge]
It's not about the words you say
It's not about the games you play
It's the way you keep on reaching out
You can't let go of what were about
[Softer chorus with handclaps]
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
Don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha, don'cha miss me
Aawww, you miss me, don'cha
Don'cha miss me
