I had a week off and wrote 2 songs – (this is one of them)
I got the melody one day packing up to go camping – it was pouring with rain but we’re English. By the time we got to a field outside Cheddar it was fine. Next morning the sun came out hot, everything slowed down and I did the words for the second Verse (which make sense of what I already had) eating cornflakes and sitting in the mouth of the tent.
Verse 1 – when we met
Verse 2 – where we are now
I hope it catches life as a string of valuable moments.
For the film I searched the computer for put old camera clips – there were more than I could use of the children and almost none of me and Carol (I must change that) but it started to fit well so I wanted to finish it and show it to Carol, Nathaniel and Laurie on my birthday. Carol liked it because she was in it (and looking foxy).
The 100’s of still shots near the end were taken by our friend Chris Porter. We did them in the back garden while I span us round as quick as I could in a borrowed computer chair (I took out the shots where we fell off).
I’ve had the tune stuck in my head ever since hope you like it too.
That’s the link up there – this one goes back to Summer 1985; we thought we were being cool cooking up banana skins on a trangia ( I was quietly relieved it didn’t work) me, James, Alex, and Gutsy who had a tape-recorder and for some reason in the middle of the hot day put on a cassette of someone none of us had ever heard of – suzanne vega. This was her first album and from the beginning of the first song to the end of the album she had us – no-one said a word.
It’s 1980’s New York, it’s female, it’s grown up relationships; basically I knew nothing about any of that, but like the Woody Allen films I’d seen I kind of wanted to be in that world.
This is the first track from that album, delivered with simple conversational language, and stripped down (almost) to a guitar a voice; but sometimes when the song is strong enough that just gives it a sharper focus, like travelling straight into someone else mind.
It’s a one time thing
It just happens
Walk with me
And we will see
What we have got
My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping from a tree
Walking a harline
And stepping very carefully
My heart is broken
It is worn out at the knees
Soon it will hit the Deep Freeze
And something is cracking
I don’t know where
Ice on the sidewalk
In the air
Dizzy golden, dancing green
Through the park in the afternoon
Wondering where the hell
I have been
there is at least one of mine which unconsciously probably owes her quite a lot it can happen to you I think she might have sung it better than I managed. I suppose this is one strand of what I’ve been trying to do in my own way ever since I heard her; write something so striking and clear that without a band or a big emotional delivery, I could grab even a tent of grubby fifteen year olds.