Story Behind the Song
This is one of my favorites on the album. Andy Goodson was great at this session: he had never heard the song when we sat down to rehearse the part, and within 20 minutes he was laying down a track. He knows me so well. He heard me play through about the first 30 seconds and said, "Oh, so you want this..." and played exactly the part I wanted. It's really a very simple, Zeppelin-esque mix, but effective. I couldn't find a real xylophone, and I'm too poor to buy one, so I sequenced it on the computer. Not too bad, for midi.
Lyrics
The stars were falling
through clouds of rain.
The wharf was shining
from the freshly layered paint.
And I laid me down,
and you placed your head on me.
My only thought was how
for once we seemed so free.
But what you didn't say
will haunt me all my days.
The world was open.
The skies were red.
The willows hanged their heads;
obeisance to the dead.
And we drove on through
like envoys to the sun.
My head was cloudy,
but I let myself sink down.
Who I was that day
is a million miles away.
Well, I've tried
to understand where we diverged.
All I've found are pieces of hurt.
Underneath my skin,
and where I lay my head -
I know it sounds absurd,
but I know the answer's there.
I just can't untie my hands.
And so I make my way
down sagging stairs,
onto the sidewalk
where I come to and stare
at the crazy sky.
And the hold it puts on me
reminds me sharply
of the world I cannot see.
Well, what I did not know
seems so central now.
But I've tried
to understand where we diverged,
and all I've found are pieces of hurt.
Underneath my skin,
and where I lay my head -
I know it sounds absurd,
but I know the answer's there.
I just can't untie my hands.
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