David Heavenor: Music

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Album: In Northern Towns Like These

Originally two separate songs from my twenties, one a verse, the other a chorus, both of which I never finished into a song until 2008. The bizarre thing is that the chords for verse and chorus are interchangeable. (I dont do this in this solo recording done on Apple Garage Band but maybe in the future when I'll turn it into a waltz with a band) The theme is searching for something true and honest and real amongst all the phoney things in life. At that time in my life it made me feel sick and cut off from every day things. It's as if there is a secret to be uncovered in the world but it is not clear especially in all the formalised structures of religion which create their own hugely sophisticated layers of phoneyness. The line 'Fortress for a Hollow Heart' is a line I've borrowed from 'Some People Last Winter' a Ricky Ross song on his first solo album, So Long Ago (1984)

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Got those blues they call tomorrow
Got the sun shining far too long
Don’t call it pain, don’t call it sorrow
It’s all this naming that works out so wrong

For you fit your life together with slogans
Like the cogs in a clockwork machine
Then you wonder why all your feelings get broken
By these chimes that have tolled your unease

And high up there on a hillside
There’s a man with a light in his hands
And he hands it to you like a present
But you keep saying that you don’t understand

Here I stand in front of you
Breakdown, breakdown to break through
Strange days, false start
And a fortress for a hollow heart

So what do you do now you’ve gutted your life dreams?
What do you hear now you’ve clogged up your ears?
Can’t you see that your life is a stillbirth?
It is born, it is bare, it is here

And you say that you lost it in reason
But I think that you lost it in fear
There was a day when you spurned the exposure
When you turned from a smile to a sneer

And you’re caught in a rhythm of madness
You’re at one with your doom and your death
And you keep saying you’ve got this heartache to follow
Shut your mouth, you’re wasting your breath