A lot of you know that I work with a mate, Neil, who write most of the lyrics for my songs. Well his mum has been suffering from Dementia, so he wrote these words.
The initial song i came up with was pretty dull if I am honest so it was placed on a shelf probably ever to be see again. But now, she only has a few weeks to live, he asked if I would work on it.
So here is it, it's nothing like the original, it's darker, more passionate, more real I guess. It also shows how I have come on since starting on this journey of writing and recording. This is not my preferred style, tonally I found it difficult and vocally, it is the most my voice has ever been exposed!
I hope you like it, but I will still polish it further if you have great ideas.
Thanks for listening.
This life, it's a cruel one, that I, I just can’t change
Our time, is oh so short, and yet, it’s still so strange
So much faster than slow motion
the pain of this erosion
No comfort lies in the destiny
In the end there’s no identity
It’s hard, to take, this injustice
I said It’s hard, to take, this injustice
Tomorrow, it don’t exist, 'cause it’s, always today
A life, where there is just, I said there is just, no yesterday
No pills will deny the wave
Just a flood that drowns the brave
No comfort lies in the destiny
In the end there’s no identity
It’s hard, to take, this injustice
I said It’s hard, to take, this injustice
It seems the mind is willing to play
But the memory's gone missing......Today
It seems the mind is willing to play
But the memory's gone missing......Today
What do we do, What do we do, What do we do
Now that she don't remember?
There'll be lots of stories of the good old days, But
She don't remember my name
There'll be lots of stories of the good old days, But
She don't remember my name
This life, it's a cruel one, that I, I just can’t change