I am presenting a month of new music on Mondays, complete with video, a free download, and a little backstory:
One cold November night in the English drizzle, I was sat by candlelight trying to write a song with this new finger picking technique my producer had insisted I learn. For four hours I sat there, staring out of the window into the darkness and jotting down cheesy sentiments. Frustrated with myself, I asked myself what I REALLY wanted to say. And I wrote this song. All in one go. A conversation with myself. And I shed many a tear over it. Oddly enough sometimes sad things can be very beautiful too, even nourishing.
"Stop fooling child, you've many years before you,many transitions to go through, nothing's the same don't you know?"
Nothing replaces anything else. People don't replace one another in our hearts, and the flux of people coming and going from our lives is utterly natural. It's just that...a loss will always be a loss, no matter what happens afterwards. And in reality, there's nothing to letting people go, or letting go. It requires no action at all. And yet, somehow, I'm still taking my time...
Stop fooling child, you’ve many years before you. Many transitions to go through, nothings the same don’t you know.
That most of us here, have spent the whole of our lives, desperately trying to find, our ways back in time.
And letting it go, is not very hard to do. But it seems that only the few, find that they are able to.
You see time rambles on, taking us all in it’s arms. Cherishing your loved ones, and letting them pass on in their own time.
In their own time. In time, time, time, in their own time, in time, time, time.
Of all of my friends, some faces I will see again, and some aren’t around anymore, but that is a natural law.
There’ll be many more, but none like the one from before, I’ll remember his name evermore, though I’m letting his memory go and I’ll travel on.
In my own time, in time. In my own time, time. In my own time, time, in my own time, in time, time.
So on with the new, who’s telling what’s coming for you. Bring on the hard and the true, I shall not go looking for you even though I have half a mind to.
But we’ve all got work to do, and eternity to go through, in our own time, in time.
In our own time. Time. In time, time. In our own time, time. In time, time, time, time.