This is a perfect example of the new working I’d discovered working with the demo room. A lot of improvisation on this, following a few late night writing sessions at the keyboards. It was improvised and improvised and improvised from the piano layer you can hear, with a funky ghost noted drum part until you get this harmonized piece of sinister psychedelia, which builds and fades. An ambitious vocal part for me, but very happy to have tried it!
lyrics
Tongue tied, cluttered mind, four winds blown and three eyes blind,
Pushed too high to keep eye on everything that passed us by,
We take uneven slices of sky and bring our dreams awake.
We turn off all from natures call,
We crumble, mumble, stumble, fumble blink and stall,
Freefalling from the tallest structure we could make.
(Climbed so high he kissed the sky, but no-one taught him how to fly)
Out on the edge of space, ready for our fall from grace,
No sense of time or place I’m falling, I’m calling, I’m warning
Free fall through it all,
To land upon the ground again.
Free fall through it all
To find a halt to start again.
Felt so proud in your ascent to the clouds,
Now you’ve found in this town there’s no more ways than down,
You’re heading for ground through the bitter wind of change.
It’s an easy flight as you descend from the light,
Just hold on tight to the dreams as you fight,
Free falling from the tallest structure you could make.
(Climbed so high he kissed the sky, but no-one taught him how to fly)
Out on the edge of space, ready for my fall from grace,
No sense of time or place I’m falling, I’m calling, I’m warning
Free fall through it all,
To land upon the ground again.
Free fall through it all
To find a halt to start again.
Fall
And if the wax should melt in the wings that I was sold
Fall
Will you be there to catch me and hold me safe within your soul?
Fall
From here I can see it all, so wide and empty and me so small,
No sense of time or place I’m falling, I’m calling, I’m warning
Out on the edge of space, ready for my fall from grace,
No sense of time or place I’m falling, I’m calling, I’m warning
Free fall through it all,
To land upon the ground again.
Free fall through it all
To find a halt to start again.
credits
from Uneven Slices Of Sky,
released December 16, 2015
Written, recorded, performed and produced by Iain Clarke
Hailing from Leeds, West Yorkshire, and now residing in Wakefield, a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist in his own right,
Iain has played with well received Yorkshire bands including Hobson, Ringo and the Wolf, Late Arrivals Club, Crossland Fold and Nine Violets as well as releasing an album with respected New York artist Marc Teamaker and songs alongside Craig Buchannan as 2018 BC....more
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