David Heavenor: Music
CHANGE ME LIKE SNOW
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(Heavenor PRS/MCPS)
Album: Winter's Children
A song about ‘breakdown’ or ‘dark night of the soul’ or whatever tag you want to use to socialise trouble in the heart. I had a psychotic episode in my early twenties I suppose you might call it where religion and mayhem all mixed inside my head and I lived through strange fantasies, dreams and obsessions. I found out who my true friends were. Many people in my family's religious tradition thought it was the result of my 'sin' and as a punishment wreaked from the Almighty. Written about 20 years on from those days as an homage to friendship. Chemical? Genetic? Environment? Who knows. It wasnt' self induced by a wreckless life. It's a mystery. However soon after, I lived the through the most creative and wonderful period of my life with music, work, love and friendship. Again rooted in Edinburgh especially Morningside and Churchill. I’m always amazed at how snow transforms landscape when even the most crooked objects can become something beautiful. Recorded at Heaven Studios in Dalry, Ayrshire in 1996. Charlie Irvine on Guitar; Ewen Vernal on Bass; Dave Watson on Drums; Steve Butler on Organ and Production and a mystery acoustic guitarist. Has featured as Tom Morton's 'Top Titillating Track' on BBC Radio Scotland on his afternoon radio show.
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CHANGE ME LIKE SNOW
They sent for the doctor yesterday
The boy is behaving in a most peculiar way
Young men will see visions, old men will dream dreams
But not in this city, if you please
A long white low building, the house of the damned
Which one's Andrew Duncan, is that him in the underpants?
You leaned on my doorway after asking the staff
I'm looking for an old friend, I remember his laugh
Change me like snow, Mary, Change me like snow
The light of your friendship will always glow
I don't think I told you, I don't think you know
The light of your friendship changed me like snow
Oh you jazz lover, smoke your cigars
With your Hermann Hesse novels in the back of fast cars
In a circle at Winifreds, what a household of dreams
All the symbols and signs that upset the squeaky clean
Then round at your town house, up a long dark back stair
Music and books are the spoils in your lair
You said 'Come round for a meal' then reached for a tin
Four sad ravioli and an acre wide grin
Change me like snow, Iain...
The stiff holy people cruised round in big ships
With sin seeking missiles sticking out from their lips
A tall priest at the bedside on his knees at my death
In the strange shape of prayer and the passing of breath
Three high stained glass windows, a net for the sky
Clouds chase out the winter, frost shapes melt in your eyes
The Edinburgh night creeps back under her stone
And the One is now Three and the Three are now One.
Change me like snow, Richard...