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Revised version with vocal re-recording and remix.
I wanted to keep the arrangement very simple, with just voice, piano and cellos.
The song is about growing up, forgiving, and coming home.
I wanted to keep the arrangement very simple, with just voice, piano and cellos.
The song is about growing up, forgiving, and coming home.
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Lyrics
I can see somehow back far enough
The room where it all began
Rattles and crib and careless pride
Losing the child in the man
On the throne the child king sat
Longing for rattles and crib
Throwing tantrums no one can hear
Drooling on a silk-lined bib
On the wall were gold-framed pictures
Scenes for the child to dream
The images that were the child’s to draw
Went up in a smoky stream
Home
How can I go home?
Go home
I want to go home
Only if it were as easy as going
Back to simpler times
Then there wouldn’t be need for apologies
And forgiving of silent crimes
But all the memories just reveal
Only memories themselves
There isn’t all that much simplicity
Just pictures off dusty shelves
Home it’s time to go home
Go home
I want to go home
And I look at the body that these memories now live in
And I look at the tired feet that have carried me here
And the comfort that was my hopes and rattles and crib
And I’ll stay now writing to make these memories clear
Home
I want to go home
Go home
I think that I’m home
The room where it all began
Rattles and crib and careless pride
Losing the child in the man
On the throne the child king sat
Longing for rattles and crib
Throwing tantrums no one can hear
Drooling on a silk-lined bib
On the wall were gold-framed pictures
Scenes for the child to dream
The images that were the child’s to draw
Went up in a smoky stream
Home
How can I go home?
Go home
I want to go home
Only if it were as easy as going
Back to simpler times
Then there wouldn’t be need for apologies
And forgiving of silent crimes
But all the memories just reveal
Only memories themselves
There isn’t all that much simplicity
Just pictures off dusty shelves
Home it’s time to go home
Go home
I want to go home
And I look at the body that these memories now live in
And I look at the tired feet that have carried me here
And the comfort that was my hopes and rattles and crib
And I’ll stay now writing to make these memories clear
Home
I want to go home
Go home
I think that I’m home
The sparse arrangement is very daring - it makes each element more
important and each part has been done well (I wish the 'cellos' were less
synthetic sounding, but oh well). Musically (in my limited experience in
this genre), this is reminiscent of some of Jack Bruce's balladry, and I
would compare this favorably to Jack's work.