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Now recording my second album and I've come full circle. It will be a totally acoustic recording and the working title is "Cecile Park"
Big thanks to all of you that have downloaded tracks here, it means a lot.
Be back soon with new music.
Here are the lyrics to "It's Hard To Believe"
It’s Hard To Believe (from my forthcoming album)
So glad you remember me
After all this time you’re hear for me to feel
You came to comfort me
A pain in my heart that only you could heal
Now I’m left here standing with just a photograph
I remember the first time I ever saw you laugh
You were sick in your shoes
You were breaking all the rules
It’s hard to believe that you won’t ever come back
I still sing your melodies
As I lie awake dreaming of the past
Your life is a part of me
I have to carry on to know how to make it last
Now I’m left here standing with just a photograph
I remember the first time I ever saw you laugh
You came knocking at my door
Only wanting what we had before
It’s hard to believe that supper would be our last
I recall when you told me, you were living on borrowed time
You’d lost sight of everything
Even though we were two of a kind
Don’t know If it’s irony, ridiculous or sublime
Your heart is inside of me. Until the day that I die
Now I’m left here standing with just a photograph
I remember the first time I ever saw you laugh
We used to sing our own blues
After watching the lunchtime news
It’s hard to believe that song would be our last
© Al Goodwin 2008
These lyrics were inspired by my friend Andy Reed who was such a sweet soul and I do miss him. His life was too short.
There were times I would just listen to him, sometimes I’d hold him and at other times I’d want to grab him by the collar and aagh fuck knows. We helped each other through some heavy emotional shit and we used to co-write together and that ain’t easy. I recorded one of his songs “I wonder Why” on my debut album and I’m sure I could feel his soul whilst recording. Something got to me that day and I’ve been driven to do this ever since and just let it all flow.
We both had no concept of bullshit and we felt quite invincible together. We formed a band and did odd jobs. We’d play songs together 24/7. I know so many people have lost someone close and it hurts. This is my way of dealing with it, I sing Andys’ songs, I write about him and sometimes I sense him and that can be enough.
This song will be on my new album, would be nice if he pops in when I’m recording it but then again he did not turn up for his stag night. He was sick in his shoes, he did handle 7 guys who jumped him (they were not to know Andy was a black belt taekwando expert) and he did have his air supply cut off while working on the rigs in The Gulf. Most of all though, a true friend who was always there for me and our story needs to be told.
I can’t write books and anyway his father is an author and he has already written Andy’s story in a splendid way but that is a very private affair. I can’t come close to that but I can write a song about him and I know I have his blessing.
I often raise a glass to Andy Reed.
Love and music.
Al.
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| Posted 05-May-08 |
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