“Loving you… isnt the right thing to do
How can I ever change things that I feel?
If I could, baby
I’d give you my world…
How can I, when you wont take it from me?”
(c) Lindsay Buckingham, “Go Your Own Way”, from the album “Rumours”, 1976
This was written around the same time as Heart On A Shelf (October 2014). Same subject matter, same person who flitted in and out of my life like a butterfly as the inspiration/muse behind it. It was a pretty intense time and I guess writing songs like this was the release. Written with a kinda Neil Finn vibe in mind, especially the coda, but over the years, that’s not the path it ended up taking.
It was one of the many songs that sat in the box folder for a decade doing nothing that ended up being Suno-washed to get some ideas as to whether the song’s lyrics were viable. And, it turns out that they were. In the end after multiple iterations, the direction that the music ended up taking was more mid to late 80’s OMD which I have to admit, I wasnt expecting, but I’m quite happy with. So, given its provenance, it is quite likely that it will likely end up on the Echoes Of Unmade Miles project, and may well be re-recorded/overdubbed in Cubase sometime in 2027.
Touch
Verse 1/
It was another place, another time
All I wanted was to make you mine
In the empty spaces I wrote another line
In the heat of the day and the dead of the night
Chorus/
Starting each night in the fading light
Always speaking the language of touch
Only one of us sees, with a heart that bleeds
And for the other one, it’s never enough
Verse 2/
Deep in the night, still your eyes are so bright
No other part of you tells me so much
Just two strangers in need of a random connection
Who’ll go their own way tomorrow and not ask for directions
Chorus/
Middle 8/
I’ve got bottles of memories and shoe boxes of dreams
Labelled “Death”, “Divorce”, “Never Was” and plain old “Never Will Be”,
I only see what’s left that I don’t need to see
Dont know where I’m going, but staying here’s not for me…
Solo/
Coda/
Now I’m watching the rise and I’m watching the fall
Of the tiny spiders trying to make their way up the wall
Working so hard to make something out of nothing at all
And you know I’d give you this big old heart
Just for the cost of a call…
© Steve McCarthy-Hunt, October 2014.
