David Heavenor: Music

A song about the search for identity in the welter of voices telling you how to live your life. Written in 55, Arden Street in Marchmont. The dawn street is Warrender Park Road just as it hits Marchmont Road!
I was heavily influenced by Joni Mitchell’s matchless guitar tunings at the time so this one is in open E. (I was playing her song Electricity
a lot at that time so it may have had an influence.)
‘Visions’ of beauty sung on the album is replaced by ‘systems’ due to the fine editing notes of L. Stone Esq who reminded me of the importance of not touching original lyrics unless they’re obviously rubbish.

I WANTED TO SEE HIM

I wanted to see him but he'd blocked up his home
With paintings of people he still wants to know
For since Eden has faded his spokesman replied
He needs a mirror to save him, a portrait to live by


So don’t start bringing him down
He’s filling up all the right pages
To get out of this town


But they tell him to copy every meaning by rote
So their systems of beauty have got clogged in his throat
He finds it hard to explain it, his spokesman went on
The rhythm is there but the words are all wrong


So now he passes down alleys of the wretched dawn street
With no sounds to the watchers, just the scrape of his feet
And above the dust on the pavement, above the shelters of stone
Is there laughter and learning to be all and his own?