A song about not wanting to leave one's love's side to go to work in the early morning. It's hard to leave someone's side after a lifetime of looking for them. Especially to go to a job that is soulless. Even though they didn't search a lifetime like I did, I think a lot of people can relate to this theme of how rough it is to be torn away one's lover for any reason.
In this case I had to be at work at 8:15 am at a training centre. This centre is a depressed, windowless cage overrun by uniformed military personnel. My job for the week was to go over binders full of legal mumbo jumbo.
I ended up sitting with a group of spoiled, shopping-children-Nip Tuck tv show discussing 20 something women who proceeded to decorate our name tags like we were in Grade 1.
I wrote some of the lyrics in a cab as it snaked along the back roads in the rain on the way to the training centre in the woods.
Of the entire experience it is sufficient to say, "Didn't Want To - Had To".
The lyrics,
"You can rub memories on my soul A saffron soul I could barely remember I still had"
contain the word "saffron" because I was thinking about my grandmother at the time I was adding these lyrics. I used to buy her saffron for her baking in little round see- through containers. Turned out she was having a heart attack on the exact same Saturday afternoon I was thinking about her. I get this "premonition" trait from my mother.
The lyrics,
"As the distance claims me and turns my face into a shiny dime, I hope you'll spend your bills and keep your hands on your change"
were inspired by listening to an Indonesian princess import describe to me, during lunch in a particularly generic cafeteria at work, that she only spends her bills and not her change. It was quite intriguing to hear her describe how all of her change sits around her house. Intriguing in the sense that it was a break from the usual chatter about furniture purchases and the latest pregnancy update. Everything is relative.
Some of the pictures from this epic tale are featured in the CD liner.
(c.) Mackenzie MacBride; Beach Rock Records; 2005. All Rights Reserved.