Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Believe it or not, in 1988(the day and age of power-ballads), POISON was told by several music industry executives that an acoustic ballad would never be a hit. Hmmmm? No song POISON has ever written best decribes an exact point in my life as this one. I wrote this song the summer of '86 in a laundry mat at a Dallas, Texas motel. We were on the road playing night clubs in support of LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN.To me, the "rose" symbolized the fact that my dreams of recording an album and touring had come true. The "thorn" however, came when a friend from Los Angeles called to tell me that my girlfriend at the time (who shall remain nameless) was seeing a musician from a then famous band (who shall also remain nameless) because he had more money than me and a nicer car. Their meaningless relationship didn't last, however, the song did and went straight to #1 for eight weeks in a row! It is strange how such a depressing incident can inspire such a sucessful song.


We both lay silently still, In the dead of the night. Although we both lay close together, We feel miles apart inside. Was it somethin' I said or Somethin' I did, Did my words not come out right? Though I tried not to hurt you, though I tried, But I guess that's why they say, (Chorus) Every rose has its thorn, Just like every night has its dawn, Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn. Yeah it does. (end chorus) I listen to our favorite song, Playin on the radio. Hear the dj says "love's a game of Easy come and easy go." But I wonder does he know? Has he ever felt like this? And I know that you'd be here right now If I could of let you know somehow I guess, (Chorus) Though its been a long while, I can still feel so much pain. Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals. But the scar, that scar remains. (guitar solo) I know I could of saved the love that night, If I'd known what to say. Instead of makin' love, We both made our seperate ways. And now I hear you found somebody new, And that I never ment that much to you. To hear that tears me up inside an' To see you cuts me, like a knife I guess (Chorus )