…or more probably, the words slipped in when that was filling my head; anyhow it was all finished for the day (which was by the way great).
In a way the song felt part of a new beginning too. Having said goodbye to the band and the vague ambition of being on top of the pops a few years before, I realised I was still writing music without any audience and I quite liked that; some people tinker around in sheds I was still messing about with songs, and when friends did finally start to hear them they tended to say they sounded more genuinely like me. For a long time I couldn’t sing the lines,
‘…all the happiness that we can share
’til we look up from rocking chairs
at grown up children on the beach
and swapping smiles from each to each.’
without filling up a bit,
fortunately after a few listens Carol liked it too, even though, like nearly everything I make up, you can’t dance to it….
…well enjoy the picture of our feet anyway, here’s a link
here’s a thing I just wrote and recorded, and then did a video for singing at the computer nice and quick (like it should be). Actually there’s a lot you can do with a mac and one Halloween mask.
It’s a bit out of my usual zone (wherever that is) but I like it so maybe you will too – Like I say I wrote it quick – like people I think songs are happiest when you let them take their own shape and stop bossing them around, and this one wanted to stretch it’s legs a bit.
Britney Spears has always been huge influence on me so here again you may note the reference to her ‘oops I did it again’ single from the year 2000 (that’s the bit at the end) and there’s a Shakespeare quote too ‘by the pricking of my thumbs’ by which I mean texting.
– this is me and my sister buried in the sand at bantham beach, devon quite a long time ago.
I thought ready made sense as track 1 – it’s quite fast and it starts with me very young
in a dream I used to have.
In the dream I’m on a swing; I swing forward and back as the frame gets bigger and bigger until I’m sweeping forwards and back again over the roof of our house;
it keeps getting bigger,
until I’m sweeping high up into clouds and down across whole counties.
I can feel the wind on my face and arms,
until I know I on the next downward sweep won’t be able to hang on any longer;
I grip tight to the chains but as I fly forward gripping, I’m catapulted away through the sky and …
I wake up.
well; I changed it to a bike but you get the idea, a boy wakes up in bed and wonders where he’s going…
the sound affects at the beginning are the bike running and taking flight away from the world. The rest is me looking around my room wondering what I will be, as the lights of cars sweep oblong shadows under my curtains and across the ceiling.
Actually the last time I ever had that dream,I fell from the sky and bounced into a big stack of hay