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Funny thing, how songs get written.
The lyrics for this started with a conversation with Ledebutant about death and mortality ('Dive through time' is her line). About a week later, I was thinking about my parents, who are both dead ... you try and get over these things, but to an extent, you never can.
Anyway, I had a really emotional 'flashback', like drowning, being swamped in memories, and wrote the lyrics to this track in about half an hour... it just came out. I was in a bit of a mess at the time. I'm not religious, but there are times when you do call on someone else ... a higher presence ... for comfort, to try and make sense of things. During one of the world wars, a priest said:
'There are no atheists in foxholes'.
So I think of this song as a cry, a hymn from a particular foxhole I was in at the time.
I started working on the song as a sort of ambient/electro track, but after a month or so, moved to using more conventional instruments. During that time, I started working with Philip (Racerat) on a revamp of 'Manhattan hangs', and asked if he'd like to collab on this track. Philip took the track and really worked some magic - the majority of instruments on this are his work, and he added two particularly wonderful elements, the harmonica and the backing vocals. Mixing and mastering is all his work ... and it's a great job.
I find it actually difficult to listen to this track, as there is so much emotional energy in it for me, but, it's a mainline to a memory for me ... much better than having a photograph. I have as big an ego as anyones (hey, maybe bigger), and always like to get a good response to a song, but in this case, just having written this is enough.
The lyrics for this started with a conversation with Ledebutant about death and mortality ('Dive through time' is her line). About a week later, I was thinking about my parents, who are both dead ... you try and get over these things, but to an extent, you never can.
Anyway, I had a really emotional 'flashback', like drowning, being swamped in memories, and wrote the lyrics to this track in about half an hour... it just came out. I was in a bit of a mess at the time. I'm not religious, but there are times when you do call on someone else ... a higher presence ... for comfort, to try and make sense of things. During one of the world wars, a priest said:
'There are no atheists in foxholes'.
So I think of this song as a cry, a hymn from a particular foxhole I was in at the time.
I started working on the song as a sort of ambient/electro track, but after a month or so, moved to using more conventional instruments. During that time, I started working with Philip (Racerat) on a revamp of 'Manhattan hangs', and asked if he'd like to collab on this track. Philip took the track and really worked some magic - the majority of instruments on this are his work, and he added two particularly wonderful elements, the harmonica and the backing vocals. Mixing and mastering is all his work ... and it's a great job.
I find it actually difficult to listen to this track, as there is so much emotional energy in it for me, but, it's a mainline to a memory for me ... much better than having a photograph. I have as big an ego as anyones (hey, maybe bigger), and always like to get a good response to a song, but in this case, just having written this is enough.
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Lyrics
Oh come and hold us, you know our
Hearts ain't so tough.
And lead us homeward when the
Road gets corrupt.
Every night, like breathing water.
Oh come and touch me though your
Hands are cut.
Live one more hour
It'll be enough.
Every night, like breathing water
I feel you here
Every night, it's like breathing water.
And though I dive through time
It's not mine to keep.
The moment locked inside
Caught and then released.
We come in hollering
Whisper out in peace
Shantih Shantih shantih.
Born, never asked
Filled with violence and love.
If we lay down our guns
Would our tears turn them to rust?
Every night, like breathing water....
Hearts ain't so tough.
And lead us homeward when the
Road gets corrupt.
Every night, like breathing water.
Oh come and touch me though your
Hands are cut.
Live one more hour
It'll be enough.
Every night, like breathing water
I feel you here
Every night, it's like breathing water.
And though I dive through time
It's not mine to keep.
The moment locked inside
Caught and then released.
We come in hollering
Whisper out in peace
Shantih Shantih shantih.
Born, never asked
Filled with violence and love.
If we lay down our guns
Would our tears turn them to rust?
Every night, like breathing water....
ledebutant
I've been dying for you to post the final version of this, loitering around trying to peep in your window, hoping to glimpse you pressing that Bounce button on the final version, so I'm THRILLED to finally see this posted.
There's a lot to absorb here, partially because I have the other version in my head, which is making it hard to comment, yet, but I'll be back.
I do have to say that I don't think there's a single time I've heard you sing "born never asked," in either version that tears haven't sprung to my eyes. The way you sing this truly taps into a very deep place in you, so thank you.