Here’s a dark little ditty with a sprinkling of hope in its bouquet. As Saturday is meant to be rainy, this could perchance be an appropriate soundtrack… the mingling of raindrops could complement the percussion nicely. Swagger last week, this week might just be the opposite! Have we set you up for tears? Hopefully less of that and more of introspection. In less than 40 minutes from posting this, it will be 9 o’clock in Fairbanks, Alaska.
Song
Discussion
STEVE: If you have been following along, you will have noticed that our champion Chris has heroically been single-handing the project for several weeks now: no mean feat. I have been on the road with my summer work, though Chris has arguably… nay, certainly been more busy. I am finally back home and starting a short breath of summer holidays. My recording gear seems to be working and last evening’s internet connectivity issues with my local network appear to be resolved, and so, even if it is several hours late, I give you song 32.
I am not going to do a lot of ‘splainin’. I feel as though this is one of those songs that you can let your mind wander into and take your own meaning out of it. Having been over much of the Canadian East these past few weeks, thousands of kilometers of road can surprisingly be inspiring as far as song writing. I have some songs to catch up on pitching in for 52sp, but I have plenty of fodder. In short, I wrote this last night with my mind in Halifax and contemplating just how far away Fairbanks, Alaska is.
Enjoy.
Lyrics
Jaded on the corner of Barrington and nowhere once again
That last glass of sangria, that last bridge caught on fire to my friends
The sun’s been down for hours but it’s 9 o’clock on the other side of town
Hold on to me
I know there’s good
I know it’s good
I know I should, I willÂ
What once I thought was forward, it appears I’m walking backward through the streets
All the cars and people do their best to make their way around me
And the things I thought were closer are now disappearing
Hold on to me
I know there’s good
I know it’s good
I know I should, I willÂ
Suddenly I see that we’re not meant to be looking for a cure
If there are no questions there are no more answers to look for
While you wrap your heart around that I will wrap my arms around you
Hold on to me
I know there’s good
I know it’s good
I know I should, I willÂ
Credits
Words and music: Steve Salt
Steve Salt: Vocals, guitars, programmed bass, drums, piano, organs
Chris Tindal: Extremely tolerant of his friend’s absence
Claire Salloum: Future illustration
