|Recorded at home - 2005|
Mixed by Rafe McKenna at Livingston Studios, London
Assisted by Tom "Professional Tools" Bailey
Mastered by Tom Leader at LCL Digital
Shake the Moon Down
Written around 5 years ago just after I finished The Things You Never Say. The last of its genre! One of my friends recently said she liked it because it was a happy one. Whaaat? Me??? Never!!
He Does Not Deserve You
Bit of a trippy one… a friend was moaning about her man not coming up with the goods in their relationship and I thought I’d do a better job! Well, that’s how it all started anyway – then I wrote a poem with that title and when I came to start writing it it kind of took off with a life of its own. But the poem used a phrase of Donna’s when talking to her friend in similar circumstances which was “accept nothing less than being completely cherished”. Her advice to women – which I can go along with.
Love's Promise Land
This is one my best lyrics… in my opinion. When you lose your partner the absence is too much. Your psyche can’t take the pain so tries to fill it with something else. “You don’t feel the void, just the impulse to fill its ache”. It’s me telling myself not to dump on anyone out of neediness, OK.
Crashing and Burning
Ditto I guess.
Rosey (One More Time)
Don’t have much to say about this. All names changed to protect the innocent and a few spoons of artistic license to cheer it on its way. I took part in a tsunami support at my local acoustic club (Half Moon – Bishops Stortford, Thursday nights!) and the local paper gave me a very kind review… calling me a ‘sad balladier’. Oh, fair enough, but just look at your publication Mister...
Oh, more ditto, I’m sorry.
Under My Skin
About meeting Eugenie, OK.
Shores of Forever
I started writing this when Donna was ill and finished it after she died. I don’t think it needs anything else saying does it?.
Donna’s friends in Hull nicknamed her ‘sunflower girl’ for her disposition and radiance. It’s a bit of a complex lyric I guess. I suppose Vincent is the timeless tortured genius, the patron saint of those not allowed their chance, the one who immortalised the sunflower but never knew how to reflect the eternal light, unlike my great love. Somehow they wanted to come together in the song – she could have soothed his troubles. Such might be heaven.
I wrote this a month before Donna died. Its ultimately a happy song for all the bitter sweetness – I’m still home. Thanks for listening.