Only You And I Know…

Whenever I think I know you better
Better than I know myself
Ooh, I open up and give you everything
Then you say, “Okay, what else?”
And when I run away, you always cry
You always overreact
But I don’t know if you know how you really feel
But you better know before I get back
…”

© Collins/Stuermer, from the album “No Jacket Required”, 1985

Well, this one just walked in pretty much fully formed and was gestated from some spare lines that I figured that I wanted to use that had managed to avoid the sift so far. There were a few things that prompted it really, some of it from seeing a couple of very old (well, nearly 40 years old now) videos on YouTube, one of them being REM’s Everybody Hurts, with some of the lines being inspired by some of the subtitles in the video. It is one of the most devastating videos I’ve ever seen and one of only three that I have ever seen where I have got what the video director was trying to say immediately. The main other one being Alanis Morissette‘s ThankU, but there are others.

Anyway. Before I start diversifying too much, this one has kinda crept in quite late and so long as the music manages to meet the spec, should be able to see its way on to Time Demands, probably smack bang in the middle of the listing. I have been giving some thought to how the album should run, but I’ll come to that in future updates.

The subject matter is one that was prompted by a line in a song now that I cant even remember – where the premis is that a writer’s songs are full of pointers and what are effectively open secrets about the person that they’re written about. I mean, Patti Boyd can write an encyclopaedia on the ones that have been written about her by Eric Clapton, Wayne Hussey has had a few as well from Children and Gods Own Medicine that were about the same particular muse, the mother of his daughter… Jimmy Webb most famously did, most eloquently and uniquely with McArthur Park as well… and where Steve Hogarth is concerned, fuggedaboutit….. Neverland, Somewhere Else, Games In Germany… his muses whether they be women that he has been close to, like his first wife or a good friend of his from his childhood in Doncaster who joined the army, are never far from the surface.

And I guess as well, going back over the three albums I’ve been writing, I’ve not hidden where the muses have inspired me either. And I guess, this song is a way of saying, if you hear this song and listen to it carefully, you’ll recognise bits of us in it, secrets that only you and I will be aware of. Everyone else will sing along but will be completely oblivious… The first verse referring to close time together where a couple will recognise intimate moments by a seashore and the second verse descends to tongue in cheek wordplay, where it refers to a suitcase full of the wrong clothes and straws to break a camels back, because its the only thing he knows how to do, is to push her to her limits.

There are some slightly odd lines in there. No more arguing in the house of God, funnily enough came from a Steve Hogarth Christmas gig in Oxford in 2021 when he had to tell someone to wind her neck in as she was prattling away when he was trying to speak to the audience, which I know he tries not to do…Tell the shivers to subside was heard in a film, dont ask me which one though, but I thought that is brilliant, I’m having that... stream the songs of the angels through the blandness… well, that one is pretty self explanatory really. Given how much bland noise there is these days out there on the likes of Spotify and others, when we hear what are the sounds of angels, or great songs that we love like diamonds amongst the coal, we should sing them louder to make sure everyone hears them.

Music-wise, all up in the air at the moment, although something is telling me Tears For Fears “Seeds Of Love” era… trying to have polished high production values, but its almost like there is bits of Neil Finn-isms in there as well, like Locked Out from Together Alone. I guess if I can pitch a metaphorical lyrical tent somewhere between Neil Finn and Roland Orzabal, I should be happy.

Lets see how it turns out… I’m in the process of building all the songs at the moment and it is likely to take some time to bring these things into a recognisable state but things are quite promising at present…

Only You And I Know…

Verse 1
My songs all contain secrets about you In every line,
the look in your eye or the warmth of your hand
The sea between your toes, barefoot in the sand
 
Chorus
And only you and I know, the truth in the songs and the lines
A seed of love sown with tears, flowers in the spring with joy
And only you and I know, You’ll hear your name in this song all the time
Only you and I know what it is all about, theres no reason for us to be so coy
 
Verse 2
My heart’s been dragged around like a suitcase
Filled with all the wrong clothes
Its full of the straws to break your camel’s back
In the only way that I know (and how..)…
 
Chorus
And only you and I know, the truth in the songs and the lines
A seed of love sown with tears, flowers in the spring with joy
And only you and I know, You’ll hear your name in this song all the time
Only you and I know what it is all about, theres no reason for us to be so coy
 
Middle 8:
No more arguing in the house of god,
No more seeking the truth in wine
An unfinished jigsaw on the kitchen table
Shouldnt be the story of our lives
Tell those shivers to subside,
Scream out loud to be let in from the cold
Stream the songs of angels through the sea of the blandness
Did we really say goodbye thinking we’d never get old?
Chorus x 2 to fade

© Music and Lyrics, Steve McCarthy-Hunt 2025

A Strange Love

“…Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
And everybody wants to know ’bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you’re a God, they can’t believe I made you weak…”

© Halsey/Elliot/Larcombe, from the album “Badlands”, 2015

Pretty much the last one from the current writing spell. This one is again, slated for the Time Demands album although it is thematically, not really there; is it more thematically correct for Echoes? Meh. I’m not sure. It doesnt have any kind of Suno connection at all yet – and given today’s announcement of Suno doing a deal with Warner Brothers, chances are it may not have that connection at all, if what happened to Udio is anything to go by…

As I’ve alluded to before, there has been an awful lot of noise around the use of AI (either by those who are only interested in scooping up as much of the micropayments for streaming as they can by poking holes in the mechanisms built by the streamers and their attendant distributors, or by the industry itself whining rather hypocritically about “theft” and grumbling that people should protect the artists… when they really mean that people should protect the labels interest in the artists. Most of it is bullshit and agendas….), but as I’ve gone to great lengths to state on here, my interest is not in trying to get micropayments for tracks that Suno has helped me bring to life; it is now about using it as part of my workflow to create new pieces. If that is going to be throttled or asphyxiated by the major labels, as seems to be the case, then using it as a tool is likely to change dramatically… but, we’ll wait and see.

ANYWAY. Digression again, right on schedule!

This one has been dormant in a book for an extremely long time. Again, it goes back to one of the BASCA writing retreats run by Rita Campbell back in 2014/15; this one was under some …. consideration, I think is the best way of describing it by myself, Sean O’Connell and another chap called Alex who’s surname escapes me. It was being written to a brief that Rita had given us and the direction it was drifting towards was more the modern electronic pop/funk direction; Alex’s notion was that it could have/maybe should have been written for Will Young or an artist like him. At the time, Sean and I were both open to that, having listened before to Young’s Your Game album produced by Stephen Lipson (one of my favourite and most influential producers). The lyrics that were kicked around were mainly a series of rhyming contradictions and opposites and apposites.

From my memory, we ummed and ahhed and wandered around crashing about in the dark for an afternoon on a Sunday and by 7pm, when it was time to go into Monmouth to the pub for a quiz evening and say goodbye, we still hadnt got anything solid. Alex was the main driver, so whether he did anything with it later on his own, I do not know.

So far as I’m concerned, this set of lyrics with the Will Young kind of vibe that I have in mind is one that as a work in mind (and when it will be finished) will be one that is unique to me. Obviously if Alex and Sean see otherwise, I’m sure we can still talk, LOLZ.

So, as I said… the majority of it is wordplay, its not about anyone that any of us knew and certainly not about anyone who I’ve known. Music, I have an idea about, that sort of early 2000’s electro-funk… kinda Level 42 sort of feel but more synth-y…. but we’ll see where it wants to go before we decide.

A Strange Love

I havent seen you all day
But I’ve been thinking about you all night.
Cant help feeling what I do
but I know its not right
I know you dont feel that way about me
When I want to kiss you
But all the things you say
You made me think that you do…

Its a Strange Love…
Its a Strange Love…

I dont know how this love works
Or even if it does at all
Were you really my type or was it heart over hype
Never thought I’d be here with you…

Its a Strange Love…
Its a Strange Love…

(…..so what happens now?)

We’re somewhere strange
In a strange place
You didnt laugh at my jokes so, dont laugh in my face
Its so strange the way we behave…

Sitting in the dark
and replaying the scene
Maybe I should have told you
What I really mean

about this
Strange Love
(so strange the way we behave)
Strange Love
Strange Love
(somehow, somewhere, some day, in a strange world)

© Lyrics Steve McCarthy-Hunt, 2025

Where Are My Heroes Now?

“…Don’t the best of them bleed it out?
While the rest of them peter out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around…

© Grohl/Smear/Mendel, 1997 from the album “The Colour & The Shape”

Another track, currently slated for the Time Demands album. It may, just possibly, may go onto Echos Of Unmade Miles, as I’m debating as to whether it thematically fits onto Time Demands…. it sort of does because of the subject matter…. our heroes have their time and then they move on to the next realm to do whatever they have to do in that next place… but who comes to take their place? Who are the new heroes?

As I alluded to in an earlier post, this one was kinda born in a separate form and this is effectively a different iteration of the same track. As I said on the recent Next Chapter update post, it was something that came up on a BASCA songwriting retreat at the late Monnow Valley Recording studios in Monmouthshire, between three of us.

I had a one third stake in it, by virtue of being in the room and producing the demo on Cubase and contributing lines towards the song and the storyboarding of the song. Its performance at Open Mic nights around Leicestershire by its lead composer and driving force led to me getting my first ever PRS cheque. It allowed me to call myself, very very very loosely, a professional songwriter. Not something I shout from the rooftops, because while I can write and while I do write, I dont make a living from it as a “real” professional would and I dont expect to. As I’ve often said, I dont do it for money. But anyway, we’re digressing again.

Now, this particular version, all it shares with the one that was performed elsewhere is the framework of the story behind it.. The framework is that it is based around someone who first heard their hero’s performances on record, on radio and on TV when they were much younger and they have followed their hero’s careers ever since as they grow older. Their material was part of the rites of passage of getting older and the listeners just expect the performer, the hero, to always be there, growing old alongside them and continuing to buy their material, go to their gigs, keep buying the t-shirts, and so on and so on.

And then 2016 happened and it started with Colin Vearncombe from Black in January of that year which was bad enough, as I had fond memories of Black’s debut album… then David Bowie, which was kind of unexpected…. then Glenn Frey, which hit me really hard as I’d loved his work with the Eagles and he was no doubt about it, an inspiration… and it just got worse and worse throughout the whole year. It was like hardly a month went by without another passing.

Jimmy Bain from Rainbow, bassist on the magnificent, timeless Rainbow Rising album.
Maurice White from Earth Wind and Fire. Absolutely irreplaceable driving force behind the band who my uncle and the rest of Intensive Heat loved as much as breathing itself.
Paul Gordon from the B52’s. Legendary Beatles Producer and Air Studios owner Sir George Martin. Keith Emerson. Jimmy Vand Zandt. Prince, for christssakes. When Prince’s death was announced on Radio 2 in the car and I was driving home from work, I remember clearly shouting to no one else in the car “Oh come on FFS, thats enough, f’ing stop it!”

Billy “Me & Mrs Jones” Paul. Bobby “Rubber Ball” Vee. Leonard Cohen. Leon Russell. It was just relentless.

Greg Lake. Rick Parfitt from Status Quo…. by the time it got to George Michael on Christmas Day 2016, I was feeling punchdrunk. I dont know how I can explain how the passing of artists that I never personally knew and never personally met and in most cases, never even saw live… how can you feel the loss as keenly as you do, if the connection is only through their work? I cannot explain it, but I know that when I see video footage or hear music by Bowie, Earth Wind & Fire or George Michael in particular, I’m filled with an immense sadness and I miss their work and their contribution to the tapestry of music that makes up my life.

I tried to rationalise it in the sense of trying to see it from the performers side too as well as just the fans perspective.

Again, like a lot of this work so far, it is first draft lyrics and the form is pretty loose and kinda proggy, but I dont necessarily see it going in that direction. As with the others, theres not really a proper coherent beginning/middle/end storyboard to it but I do pose the question; where are the next generation of heroes coming from?

And ten years later, its not particularly clear. Some deserve to be heroes for their age ( you could arguably say Adele, Chris Martin, Jarvis Cocker, Paddy MacAloon), some were knocking on the door anyway of that status… but others, while they are no doubt successful dont have that global footprint, that ubiquity…. James Dean Bradfield, Matt Bellamy – guitar heroes are in painfully short supply at the moment, beyond Bonamassa and the emerging Chris Buck – and who is going to follow on from the likes of Carol King, Paul Simon, Stevie Wonder, David frickin’ Gilmour and many many others? None of them can stay forever and you could say well, they are here for their time and new ones will come along to take their place.

Sam Fender, Lewis Capaldi, maybe…. and there are a few others that have the potential to be these global artists… but not like the ones that burned into a nation’s consciousness like these guys and girls did. I dont genuinely see this generation of superstars being replaced by a new one.

Maybe they wont. Maybe they shouldnt be. Maybe the era of the rock hyperstars is over and done and will never come back. If thats the case, I’m just glad that I was lucky enough to be around at the same time as these guys as they gave my life a soundtrack, while it happened and that is something I will treasure forever.

This is my tribute to them, I guess….

Oh and while we’re at it: theres at least two album titles in there, either directly named or obliquely and they were definitely albums that changed my life.. and at least three other references in lines to very well known songs. Very well known indeed….

Where Are My Heroes Now?

I was young when I heard your song
In a house full of sounds
The FM radio hummed into life
And your melodies remind me of where I’m from

Vinyl dreams and tapes of stories
The bringer of storms and the kick inside of my heart
Spinning around like a carousel
And I learned how to love and cry as I fell under your spell

Late at night as the sun goes down
A sonic rite of passage to another world
Painted diamonds in the sky
Firing the imagination of this child

I followed you through the concert halls
Stadiums and arenas followed on
Feeling the energy coming from the stage
Finding the place where I thought I’d belong

Ten minute stories from you from the road
Became the soundtrack to all of our lives
Watching you on MTV
Stuck a flag in my heart that to this day still flies

Never crossed my mind as I got older
That in turn, you would grow older too
Your music was my ever present
The rock for my undsteady heart,
And the one thing I would always cling to

It was a time to learn how to heal
When life’s dreams managed to vanish into the wind
Your music was always in our hearts
And now for another new generation it all begins

So where are my heroes now?
Your songs will never get older
Some will follow in your footsteps
Inspired by your devotion to make them bolder
Your music and your art so sublime
Where are my heroes now?
May you always never get older
I will always remember your sound…

© Lyrics by Steve McCarthy-Hunt 2025

picture: By Tpaairman – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26937651

Time Demands

“…Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say…”

© Lyrics by Roger Waters, 1973 from the album “Dark Side Of The Moon”

Another new song, this time the title track from the forthcoming album of the same name.

This one again came from the same collection of lines and ideas that have been sitting in an A4 folder and a number of notebooks over the last few years. And they’ve been collected from all over the place and the more observant of you will notice a pretty glaring Joni Mitchell one in here as well… one of my favourite tracks of hers, a heartbreakingly beautiful song called River. Its not theft (well not exactly, more of a tip of the chapeau, thats my story and I’m sticking to it, LOLZ) Very seasonal as well. And theres a line that is half borrowed as well from the late Glenn Frey, right towards the end.

The thrust of it, is as per the rest of the album; an exercise on growing older and watching the world changing around you. It also questions whether any of us put down roots on this particular journey called life, either in a physical place or whether we continue to keep the same values through our lives (Do you know where you stand/can you still stand where you stand/Will you now stand where you want to stand?)

And through the series of questions and challenges, it comes to the conclusion: There is no such thing as the perfect path. Even in living in the moment (such as like wot I try to do), events of now very quickly become yesterdays news – hence the chip paper reference, going back to the 1970s where British Chip shops used to wrap their portions in newspaper until they realised it contained lead… The “Did You Get What You Wanted? Is a Deal A Deal” line comes from Jimmy Webb’s autobiography where he said that what he wished for was to be a writer and thats what he got and he later realised that what he had asked the universe for came at a price, but because he did a deal with the universe, whatever she asked for as the price of entry, he was honour bound to pay it. Because a Deal Is A Deal.

So, what exactly does Time Demand? It demands, not to put too fine a point on it that you get your shit together to make the most of life while you have it. Many are denied the opportunity to get to the age you and I have reached, by the universe’s unseen hand at work, it is a privilege to grow old. Dont be afraid of the outside world, embrace it, be part of it to your fullest. Take control of your life as much as you can. Find that crucible for your dreams. Its all your journey now. Dont do it for someone else. Do it for you.

Again there is the first draft/lyrics only caveat at this stage. Not sure it is going to go in quite the Floyd-y direction that this post may intimate. Just so I set your expectations accordingly!

Time Demands

Getting to grow old is a blessing
Denied to so many by an unseen hand
Desire as you knew it may have walked out of your heart
But it remains in your mind
As you work out your new place in this tough and changed land
Do you know where you stand?

You’re splashing around in puddles of tears
Some frozen hard after all this time
If you dont slip over, maybe you can skate away
And put behind you all of those old fears
Can you still stand where you stand?

You should never be scared of the outside world
You can find peace by a lake under the moon
Dont worry about all those old bad ideas
They’ll be miles behind you and over very soon

Dont you worry about those old regrets
About what you didnt get to do
Take control of your own life now
Its all down to you, now
Too much too little, its all so scary
How do you find any middle ground?
Will you now stand where you want to stand?

The latest post is now yesterdays news
Yesterdays headlines now the chip paper they can no longer use
Did you get what you wanted, was a deal a deal?
Were you chasing your feelings not knowing if they were real?

You were meant to find a forge, for all of your dreams
And its time to work out now, if it is all what it seems

(Its your journey now…)

© Lyrics by Steve McCarthy-Hunt, 2025

Silent Time

“Somewhere down the road, you’re gonna find a place
It seems so far, but it never is
You won’t need to stay, but you might lose your strength
On the way

Sometimes you may feel you’re the only one
Cause all the things you thought were safe, now they’re gone
But you won’t be alone, I’ll be here to carry you along
Watching you ’til all your work is done”

© Phil Collins (1989), from the album “But Seriously…”

This one has probably had four gestations in its lifetime. There is also a version of it that is on the Echos Of Unmade Miles album and is on this site as Unspoken Words.

Basically it goes back to an old conversation that my best friend and closest collaborator, Robert Pearce, where he had said that as a young father that the one thing that worried him was the kind of world that he was going to leave for his son and whether he could do anything about it to mitigate how the world was changing, or words to that effect. I lazily sat on the floor with an A4 pad and dashed off a page of lyrics and said “there you go, try that for size”, it just flooded out right there and then… and did I take a copy of it?

Can I remember even a single solitary syllable of it?

NOPE!

The second iteration of it was Unspoken Words, which was also something that went through evolutions to get where it is and then sat in an A4 ring binder for a decade before I threw it into the fiery goblet called Suno to see what would get spat out… and I was quite happy with the results of what it generated for those lyrics.

There was though, always another version of it which had another way of looking at it at its heart; and that was the yin and yang of for every good thing that he could/would leave to his son, society would leave something that would be darker and less useful to him. For everything good, there is a bad.

And the kicker being, everything that is bad, is something that we, he and I, and all those around us, are guilty of not only propagating, but also perpetuating to prop up our current lives and the sting of hypocrisy that goes with it, like lemon juice in a paper cut… and that was the version that I’ve sought to bring to life now.

It did poke its head above the duvet briefly at a BASCA Songwriting Retreat at Monnow Valley Studios in 2015, when three of us were kicking around the idea that later became This Time, which was subsequently cut by me on the London Road album… but nothing came of it. Too complicated at the time and (co-writers) Nikki and Alan werent feeling it either, LOLZ.

Obviously, at this stage where its just lyrics, I have no idea how or if it is going to work the way it was conceived. But, I’d like to see it do great things, much as if it were a child of mine that I never had… despite its future being weighed down by all the things I should have done and never did.

Talk about Art Imitating Life….

Oh and just for clarity… I dont (normally anyway) write protest songs (although there have been two which could be called that – This Time and Revolution In The Rain) – and Im firmly of the belief that you dont have to cancel out the rest of real modern life and go along with the greenwashing insanity to look after the planet that you live on. Living in harmony with nature does not mean this insane, heavily politicised zero carbon BS.

Silent Time

Standing on a shoreline
Many miles away from home
Silent times alone with my children
Wondering about what my generation has done

For every fish caught from a holiday pier in the summer
More and more plastic bags in the sea
For every beach that our family has walked upon
There is litter and sewage as far as the eye can see
Feeling so free, swimming in the sea, playing in the surf
Wondering where all the fish stocks have gone
Purse seine’d from the deep where there was never enough

For every forest with its huge canopies
There are miles and miles of urban sprawl
Where there were once habitats for wildlife
Logging and sawmills have seen to that all
My memories of green and rolling hills
Keep fading into the past
Scars in the soil of rails and roads that are carved into the land…

Fo every sight of the stars and the moon
Space junk and drones fill the skies
Where the birds were once soaring and singing
More and more buildings are raised ever more high
The breath of pure nature is replaced by the smoke and smog
And the beautiful sound of nature and silence
Is shattered by noise and the electronic fog…

Take a look at the lights, drowning out the night
I tried hard to make my world good, but for your future, its not right
I took the world my father showed to me
The beautiful world that he had known
And its time for us to hand it to your generation
Only now can we see what the hell we have done…

If you take one lesson from us, my son
For the breaking world that we leave in your care
Dont look after it so you can be righteous
Do it because it is still there….

© Lyrics Steve McCarthy-Hunt 2025

Say Nothing

“Our memories, well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands, I sit and cry…”

© Eric & Gwen Stefani, 1997 from the album “Tragic Kingdom”

Next up, from the forthcoming album, Time Demands... another one, a bit shorter this time, again in a bit of a virgin state as of this precise moment in time; just lyrics. I dont really have any notion yet what direction it is going to go in…. the metaphorical chicken bones that I’m throwing around the floor are suggesting possibly TalkTalk or a similar late 80s/early 90’s feel. Too early to say though. It will go where it will.

So what is it about? Its that part of coming out of a relationship that neither of you really wanted to come out of but felt that not only did you have no choice, but as soon as you made the decision, you knew you’d made the wrong choice. And sometimes, its better to just say nothing than say the wrong things and only make what was once, however briefly beautiful, tarnished and broken and worse as a result.

Or, to use a shorter phrase, “Some things are better left unsaid”.

Its about trying to get on with your life without getting bogged down with the past and trying to constantly go back over the slate of memories thinking and rethinking “…. ah but what if…. what if so-and-so hadnt been there when… I would have then have…” and the such like. The past has gone. Nothing can change it, and re-writing it does no one any favours, because the rewrite is a lie, no matter what prism you think you’re looking at it through. The past is still the same and is cast in stone from the moment that it happened.

Its not a case of Only The Victorious Get To Write History. Its perfectly ok to be able to see history objectively and be comfortable acknowledging if you have failed.

There is no dishonour in failure.. only in not having tried at all.

Say Nothing

Searching for your name
Through contacts and photographs
Wasnt there somewhere else where I needed to be?
Picking up all the shattered pieces
I’ve never ever known,
Never known a heart to feel so damn heavy.

Trying to find my way out of the dark
Can someone please tell me what Im supposed to have missed?
Is this the point I watch you leaving the park
Have you already forgotten the hope of love that was in my kiss?

Please… just say nothing
You dont need to say anything at all
The only person who could ever have helped me
Is the one who couldnt stand to stay and watch me fall

My little broken princess, its ok to be afraid
There is a time to heal from all these choices we have made
Its a road thats less travelled, its a window less viewed
So many ways to say I love you, but we only knew but a few

I try hard not to let you walk across my mind
I spent far too much time, trying to read between you and all the lines
You can drink til you dont remember and then cry yourself to sleep
But when you wake up with your feet over the edge
remember the promises that you alone swore that you’d keep…

© Lyrics Steve McCarthy-Hunt 2025

The Land Of The Low White Sun

“…Today I dreamed
Of friends I had before
And I wonder why
The ones who care don’t call anymore
My feelings hurt
But you know I overcome the pain
And I’m stronger now
There can’t be a fire unless there’s a flame…”

© Seal, 1994 from the album “Seal”

Third new song uploaded for the day on a cold, foggy Warwickshire night, from the forthcoming album Time Demands. As per the previous posts, this one is lyrics only and first draft at the moment. No music exists yet.

I have to admit, I have no musical preconceptions for this particular track, at the moment, I have absolutely no idea what direction it is going to take me in. Ahem, pardon me. What direction it is going to go in, dragging me after it, more accurately.

Its is like a lot of the other songs, based on a collection of lines, observations and thoughts that have been percolating for the last decade and have a broad number of different sources where I first heard them and thought “I’m keeping that, that’ll come in useful…” It is definitely autobiographical, about childhood, fleeting observations and nuggets of wisdom found amongst the fools gold of life (bloody hell thats good, I’m not giving that one away, LOLZ). In some cases I’ve had these lines for a long long time and not had the opportunity to use them and some of them have snuck their way in here and finally found their place.

It also cements the lesson that life has taught me that life isn’t something that just happens to you, you make a number of choices that then open up a number of forks in the road of life in front of you which then give you more choices and each one of those leads off in different directions… well, thats my philosophy anyway.

Just for the shits and giggles… where did the title come from? Actually, it came from a podcast where I saw it was going to be an article of discussion that night. I’m not avoiding a copyright sniff on where the title came from, but thats where it first struck me. Also, I can absolutely confirm that its got absolutely nothing to do with either Taiwanese or Chinese or Japanese flags or political parties, or necessarily the phenomenon of the northern latitudes where the sun always remains low in the sky for a whole day and doesnt really rise or set… The relevance of it is more the latter, where the light is always low and maybe blinding you to what may be right in front of you. It is a line from a notepad and its one that I liked and it for the moment at least, it fits. Like other works in the catalogue, it may change, but when I was looking for titles for these songs, this was the one that seems to fit and for now at least, it will stay.

The lines themselves; very much about where I grew up in Coventry and about the people whose company I found myself in during my late teens and early 20’s. Im particularly happy with the last verse, particularly the references to factories, football grounds, paper planes and toys and unemployed boys; Coventry was quite grim in the late 1970s and early 1980s as it was changing from being an industrial post-war town trying to rebuild itself after the war and the political changes from the late 1960s through to the 1980s put a very different slant on that; I was born less than a mile from Coventry City Football Club’s old Highfield Road stadium and that was a big part of my childhood; so were a lot of the factories that family members and friends families were dependent on for their livelihoods at the time, all pretty much now gone as the city changed and evolved. Unemployed boys, well, there was certainly tens of thousands of them around at the time, all looking for something, maybe something that some of them never found, or if they did find it, they didnt find it in Coventry….

As it says, you connect with what works for you. What is meant for you will not pass you by. But by the same token, its a cautionary tale if you keep swimming after something that you figure you have to chase, even if it may not really be what you want any more… after all, no one wants to be in deep water on their own thinking what the hell do I do now….?

I’m very happy with its current form and I’m very much looking forward to where it may take me during its gestation period.

The Land Of The Low White Sun

This is the path you had put yourself on
Its a little late in the day to ask yourself: Was it wrong?
Back then everyone told you; it’ll probably be OK.
Then they went ahead and did the opposite thing anyway…

Other people have already decided who I am
Reputations change pretty fast these days
Nobody gives a damn
So here I am sitting here all tangled up in my words
Shards from a shattered looking glass
looking like feathers from scattered birds

We all looked towards those we thought were the wise ones
And from the company we kept; the answers there came none
And in the time it took to sleep
In the land of the low white sun
We look back to the way it never was
And we weave our ideas into the fabrics of our times…

It all gets lost, so deep amongst all the noise
A childhood full of games, paper planes and toys
Of factories and football grounds
And unemployed boys
You connect with what works for you
I guess its easy to say

Theres no point swimming after a ship that has left you behind
Deep out int he water drowning on your own
While the old men keep on dreaming their dreams
And trying to find their way home…

© Lyrics by Steve McCarthy-Hunt 2025

“Hang On Lads…. change of plan…”

Might seem to be a bit of an odd one to have two posts in a day. However…. not without good cause.

Putting it in its simplest terms, the EP formerly known as Mondegreen is not going to be completed in the timeframe that I was intending it to. To use the vernacular, it has been “canned“.

The main reason that it has been shelved indefinitely is related to the migration from the old Mac Pro 5,1 to the new Mac Studio M1 Ultra. There were 7 Cubase hard drives in the Mac Pro and not that many spaces in the storage arrays for the M1 Ultra. One of the old hard drives had been presenting problems for a while and was known to be on its way out and liable to fail. I had, or so I thought, copied a signficant amount of the data that I had needed from that drive to another existing old hard drive. The migration exercise that I undertook a few days ago to shift as much of the work and the vst’s and plugins to newer, more stable drives was meant to cover this particular vulnerability off and there was one drive that was left that I didnt know what was on it, which I’ve just been checking this evening.

The long and short of it is, as disappointing as it sounds, the work that has been done for Mondegreen is now found to be incomplete. The three cover versions are available on existing disks that are on the network and they can still be worked on in Cubase 14. However, the files for Cross & Leave (On An Outwave), Love Me Or Leave Me Alone and Revolution In The Rain have disappeared into thin air and their sound files cannot be found across any of the disks. While I am disappointed in that the time invested in those three songs has been lost, I have to be brutally honest in saying that in at least 2 of the 3 cases, I was less than 100% happy with the direction that those tracks had been going in compared to the visions I originally had for them.

Given also that the failing hard drive which I suspected that these songs were all on, has now been disposed of, destructively... its a tough lesson but its one that I have to take on the chin, theres not an awful lot I can do about it now.

So…. as it stands at this moment in time, Mondegreen, as of today, is erased from the schedule. Time Demands is still on the slate and I am hoping that I can start making that work a lot less ethereal than it currently is and there is also the decision to be taken as to whether any of the tracks that were Suno developed on The Echo Of Unmade Miles are going to be re-done and overdubbed and made less AI-ey…. Mondegreen may come back in another form in a year or so and it is likely that Revolution In The Rain and Love Me Or Leave Me Alone will be revisited and we will see what we can do with them… so I have plenty to keep me occupied over the coming months. Just that Mondegreen will not be one of those projects.

Onwards and upwards though. No time for looking back. Tomorrow is another day.

What Kind Of Man?

“Im thinking about how/people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe its all part of a plan/And I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand….”

© Sheeran/Wadge, “Thinking Out Loud” from the album “X”, 2014

Well, this is quite an old one which has a bit of a story to it. When I first wrote No Getting Over You, back in 2014, I used a Native Instruments Kontakt instrument/sampled pattern from a pack called Strummed Acoustic to get the ideas in place for the song, to help work out the arrangement.

Those chords and that pattern did not survive to see the finished track. That was changed dramatically and ended up being much more manually played rather than using Kontakt for the final version, with a Taylor GS Mini being the main instrument, one that I had bought in California a year before when visiting a relative for a 60th birthday party (a very very long story).

This particular pattern though, led to another track being generated, another set of lyrics being written around it with a new topline. And, as always with the best of intentions, I thought…. yeah, I’ll come back to that one day and finish it off.

Twelve years later…. I was digging around in an A4 binder of rough notes today and thought that I ought to do something with it. So, it has been added to the KOAS roster of tracks and while I may well resurrect the original concept for this evening there are two versions of it that have been generated by Suno, which are available at https://suno.com/song/397f41ee-2729-4ecd-9fe5-8e6a02f6998a this link here..

So far as the story of the lyrics is concerned; yes, it is related to No Getting Over You, like a cousin once removed, if I may be so bold. It was inspired by one of the same women of that song, the one referred to in the third verse. As so many love songs are, it is very much unrequited, about giving and not getting in return and that there are always obstacles in the way to the path of true, meaningful love. As I’ve discussed where the other song is concerned, there is an awful lot of water under that bridge now and I’ve learned a lot in the intervening time, LOLZ.

But today, while I’m getting used to the new studio, I thought it a good opportunity to dig this one out and put a placeholder version out via Suno to see what it could do with it and the flamenco feel was about the best way that I could describe it to the machine… and I dont think its turned out too bad. Im not sure that the Suno cut is going to be the definitive version, but we shall have to wait and see. There are an awful lot of others in the queue in front of it for real recording time…

What Kind Of Man
/verse 1
You gave your love to me
(but you didnt mean it)
What kind of man would I be
(If I couldnt see it)

Hours led to days and weeks when I sensed that it wasnt true
(and theres more to the eye than your heart has denied) In the space between me and you…

I couldnt make you listen
To all the things I tried to say to you.

/Verse 2
I came to you ‘cross the sea
(but you didnt feel it)
Youve gone and changed the man in me
(though you didnt mean it)
Miles and mountains and oceans that always stood between me and you
(and I see you at night in the trees and the stars and sometimes in a waning moon)

But you dont want to listen
To all the things that I’d said to you…

/Verse 3
Did you give any love to me?
(Or did you take what you needed?)
I listened to your body speak
(You didnt want me to hear it)
Nights turned to hours under my fingers when they felt for you
(and your body supplied what your heart then denied and stopped this one and one becoming two)
But I would only listen….. To the words I ever wanted to…

© Words and music by Steve McCarthy-Hunt, 2014.
© Words by Steve McCarthy-Hunt, music by Suno AI, 2025.

Latest Developments on Planet KOAS

Well, it has been a short while since the last update, or should I say, flurry of updates which occurred in August. Its now halfway through October and things have moved on…. and are still moving on.

The most important one is that the day job is no more. No more real life to get in the way. I have, with effect from August this year, on reaching the grand old wizened age of 60, retired from the IT profession that I had inhabited since my mid to late 20’s. Never say never again that I wont go back into it or some other job at some point in the next 18 to 24 months or so, but as it stands at the moment; there isnt an impetus to do that and there isnt an intention to either and I dont expect to re-appraise that much before Spring next year.

So, I can return to a place where I was about 14 years ago, where it was possible to devote my time to my creative passions without having to share the time with a job and even better, without having to commute. This is obviously a big step and one that has been pretty much 42 years in the making and I hope I can make the most of the years in front of me to be as productive as I can be.

The next most relevant matter is that the house move has been completed and the studio room has been mostly set up (I say mostly, because the room has most of the hardware that will be required to run the studio and most of it is in place, but there is still quite a bit more of “trying to squeeze a quart into a pint pot” where there is additional instrumentation or other relics of the old studio that still need to live somewhere and as I hinted at last time, the new room is significantly smaller). Ergonomically, things are better and the new Glorious Studio Compact desk is almost a third of the size of its predecessor, which is going to take some getting used to. I am going to seriously try to have better organised cabling than the old room as well, but that is going to be a game of jenga that is barely starting at the moment. Some of the existing cable sets will be adequate, but others, I sense, are likely to be a nightmare and certain items of hardware that I use as part of the regular workflow are maybe not quite going to be so easy to hand as they used to be.

Never mind, its something that is underway as I speak. I’m hoping to have all of the legacy hardware stuff dealt with by the end of next week, mainly the migration of 14 years worth of data from an old iMac and a Mac Pro 5,1 which has served me very well for the last 4 years to a Mac Studio M1 Ultra. There are more recent iterations of the Studio available, but after a lot of research, the M1 Ultra because of its high core count was deemed to be the most suitable option and the one that delivers best bang for buck.

As it stands at the moment, the biggest boat anchor on the migration process isnt believe it or not, the transfer of data (some of the disks will just be taken out of one array and placed in another and all the software programs will need to be re-downloaded and installed anyway (now that is going to consume some serious bandwidth))… its the deletion of the legacy data from the old 5,1 system.

As I look at the screen now, there is something like 3.7million files currently deleted and a whole s-pile more to follow. And until those are completed I cannot dismount the disks and add them to their new array. It will be good for productivity when I can clear this old equipment out of the way and sell it on so that others may get to use it as successfully as I have managed to. The 5,1 still works and while I’m typing now, it is flying along, but when you start shovelling some serious coal on it and expecting it to deal with modern plugins which are ever more demanding, it starts to creak and groan and even though its incredibly adaptable and updateable and is built like the IT equivalent of the old BMW E39 5-series – massively, massively overengineered for its time – I dont think anyone at Apple seriously thought these things would still be going nearly 20 years later. Given how throwaway the PC universe is, nearly 20 years out of a Mac Pro is…. well, way beyond what my expectations were. I dont want to scrap the main one or its two Tepid Standby machines, but I guess I’ll soon find out whether there is a market still for them, especially when whoever is buying them is going to have to come and collect them from Warwick. I have no intentions whatsoever of sending them through the post. Not a hope in hell.

And the other major matter of importance, which I didnt really expect to go in this direction, is the souring of the relationship with Soundcloud and Soundcloud Pro in particular. This has now broken down irrevocably and in due course, all of the material that I have historically had with Soundcloud will now be moved off of that platform and on to Bandcamp. I will no longer refer anyone to Soundcloud in order to hear any of my material apart from initial releases.

The crux of the problem revolved around monetisation, which was mainly the whole point of Soundcloud Pro. As I have repeatedly said, I didnt get into this to make money and will never charge for my work, but if someone else is running a streaming service or acting as a middle-man for a streamer and is making money out of my art, it is only fair that I get a percentage like everyone else. And, given that in its first two weeks, Monochrome seemed to do better than I had ever expected – Scarlet & Gold getting 1600+ plays in the first two weeks, more than I’ve ever had before – it became something that I became keen to sort out and to get as many of the tracks registered with PRS as possible and getting all the necessary data such as ISRC codes and the such like and then getting the tracks ready on Soundcloud Pro. So far so good, one would think.

Well, yes and no. Some of the uploading process can be a bit tortuous where a lot of the practise is automated and needs (in my very humble opinion) far too much validation and verification and I found that I kept on getting snagged by an automated process of Soundcloud’s which kept asking me for licensing details for my tracks because they were concerned that I had been using unauthorised samples, etc. This became particularly protracted when I uploaded the tracks that had been generated with Suno AI, forming the most recent release of mine, The Echo Of Unmade Miles.

I made sure that Suno was credited accordingly and was absolutely open and honest about AI’s part in the creation of these tracks and who did what. But, Soundcloud’s algorithm kept on rejecting them, asking for clearances and licenses and then it started happening to regular tracks that had no AI in them whatsoever, such as The Last Word, from Monochrome and they kept on getting rejected and rejected. This eventually pissed me off enough for me to complain to Soundcloud, after their AI bot proved utterly useless in trying to get me an answer to why this kept happening. Initially, their reply was lamentable. We will get back to you within two weeks but we’re extraordinarily busy. Coming from someone who has spent 20+ years in delivery of IT services, that was bad enough, but what followed after the first two weeks was laughable; sorry that it has taken this long to reach out to you, if the thing is still a problem, please reply to this ticket or create another one. Oh dear.

So, I did create another one, and another one and another one, particularly where it was related to the Suno created tracks. Eventually, got a rather sniffy reply about there being no generative AI content permitted on Soundcloud Pro and here is where it got interesting, you cannot use AI content at all on Soundcloud Pro unless you do it through one of their existing AI partners, and it lists 8 or so firms.

The first one at the top of the list, if you check them out, is a generative AI firm. There is a very … bitter, very prejudicial atmosphere around the use of Generative AI in the music industry at the moment, some of it very nasty and sneery. What Soundcloud really meant in this case is that you couldnt use Suno generated AI content, because they, Soundcloud, had already got a partnership with another Gen AI firm who probably gave them better margins and quite likely demanded that Suno should be excluded if the deal was to go through.

So, they dont have a problem with Gen AI per se, but only if the price is right. And a lot of the current fuss from industry insiders is that they dont have a problem with it in the publishing and label world, so long as they get a cut of it. Screw the artists and the composers, (much as there is much howling and wailing about “will someone please think of the poor artists”, the same ones they’ve been ripping off for generations with sharp practises, selling access to the artists work for streaming for a pittance), the main thing so far as they are concerned is that the copyright in the recorded works that they possess has to have a special licence, (which will obviously cost more for Gen AI producers like Suno), although in reality, it doesnt matter. Suno and other Gen AI producers train their engines on material already out there and the labels and publishers and the likes of YouTube dont give a flying one as to who listens so long as it chalks up another stat. The allusion that I had in my previous peice about it being absolutely no different whatsoever in the way that Difford and Tilbrook used to write, or Elton John and Bernie Taupin absolutely holds water. The only difference is the speed at which it happens, and the speed at which it learns. Takes humans a lifetime, takes machines mere minutes.

And as I’ve also been on record as saying, once the industry brings the AI world to heel and creates its own inescapable licensing jail, the amount of labels who will create their own AI based acts who will no doubt perform in future as holograms, (as per the most recent ABBA shows in London testify to), acts who dont in reality exist either because they are dead or because they were a creation of fiction in the first place and therefore will never be paid for what they allegedly create, will never have any kind of royalty/audit trail whatsoever… those who know the industry even in passing, know that they are indeed cynical enough to make this happen and I fully expect to see it well within the next decade.

But as I often say…. I digress. Suffice it to say, I refuse to play this game with Soundcloud Pro where I have to prove to them that my works are created without the use of unlicensed samples although their AI engine can accuse me of having done so without any evidence whatsoever in return for a piffling streaming rate. Im absolutely not going to tolerate that at all and it was clear that Soundcloud were not going to budge, so I quit. I told them where they could put their account and how far up they could insert it.

It also got me thinking about a new strategy for how I publicise my art and it is likely that this blog will co-exist alongside another format, such as a substack or something similar and I may use both together to generate more views of the art that I make. I still wont charge for it, that will never change, but I will need to work on a better way of increasing visibility. And ordinary Soundcloud may still be a front door at which some of the works may initially be publicised, but I will never ever go back to Soundcloud Pro. That is over and done. Watch this space, as they say.

And there are currently 4.1 million items deleted or deleting off of this particular legacy system. I think I’d better be prepared to settle down for the long haul where that is concerned, LOLZ.

But enough of all that. I stand at the precipice of a new way of creating and a new start in life for my art, I continue to contribute to the motion picture project Dogs!…Waiting To Be Loved as a voice artist and the advent of not only Suno but also other AI vocalising platforms such as the impending release of IK Multimedia’s Re-Sing offer some great potentials to go back and review some of the AlterZero and early KOAS works to see if they can be rolled in more glitter – or more diplomatically, be given a new lease of life. Plus there were some very old AlterZero tracks that never really made it to being recorded properly and were never properly captured and had justice done to them…. it would be nice to use the opportunity to be able to bring some of those old songs to life… White Flag Surrender, Paradise In Four Miles, Time Wont Change Things... those three in particular deserve to be made as good as I can get them.

And, in the meantime, AI assisted or not, I still intend to make good use of the time I have now, writing and composing and releasing from a newly inspired creative space.

4.3 million now and still counting. I’ll update you more when the new room is completely ready. It wont be too long…. and just as I finish this article, so does the deletion process.

Perfect timing. I’ll keep you all posted. Thanks for your patience and sticking with me.

Oh and just for clarity… the saved picture is not a real one, its AI generated. When the real room is done, I’ll share it.