Arthur and me, we’re out playing class 3
And we’re losing all the weight that
The world bequeaths
Keeping you unbelievers
On the edge of your seats
Because love means nothing
Until you’ve held control
Then thrown it away
And then something magical
Reveals itself in recklessness
I work for the state, I commute, I eat late
And there’s so much life
I’ve chosen not to investigate
But here on court with Arthur
Is where I’ve tasted greatness
And love, which means nothing
Until you’ve held control
Then thrown it away
And then something magical
Reveals itself to be love
To mean something
It means something
To Arthur Ashe and me
Let those inches decide
If the ball’s in or wide
It’s nothing to Arthur and me
We elect to be free
Of the flail and the strain
We just play every game
And each point and each shot
Like it’s all that we’ve got
To enjoy and to prove
That we live and we move
Hit a true and free ball
Let it fall where it falls
And we’ll never play easy
No, never play easy
Easy’s the enemy
Of Arthur’s beauty
In dark I drive home
I don’t switch on my phone
I just sit there aching
On my couch alone
Then Arthur sits down beside me
And we talk about love
September 14, 2009 at 10:08 pm |
Don’t do a thing with this arrangement. It’s perfect as it is! :o)
Great to hear these new songs from you!
September 14, 2009 at 10:49 pm |
Thanks for that – really appreciated. (But let’s see if we can’t get it even perfecter…)
Best
Nick
September 15, 2009 at 2:03 pm |
A very beautiful and interesting song, and I love the presentation of it just now. I’m afraid I don’t know enough about songwriting, so apologies if this is a dumb question, but is it structured as it stands for a particular reason? The rhythms are wonderful but I wondered if the passage beginning “Let those inches decide” should be broken up throughout the song.
Cheers
S
September 15, 2009 at 2:29 pm |
There are no dumb questions when it comes to songwriting! It’s a pretty instinctive process for me, and also somewhat superstitious – believe it or not, it’s taken me 15 years to get these lyrics where I’m happy with them! The break-through for me was when I realised that the only way I could write about what it was like to be Arthur Ashe that made sense to me was in the voice of a mediocre Dublin Leagues tennis player, trammelled in every other area of his life (like Arthur was) who only feels free when he steps on the tennis court (and senses the ghost of Arthur Ashe on his shoulder). I think that the section you’re referring to is the consummation/explanation of all the hints that the previous two verses have given – it feels like a triumphant statement of selfhood to me from a person otherwise without power or position. It’s not so much a middle eight as a middle thirty-two, which I guess is a little unusual, but it just felt (and feels) right to me like this. I think that the intensity of that passage should grow and grow with each line, so that’s how I’ll be trying to perform and record it, I reckon (unless I have a better idea, of course…)
September 17, 2009 at 8:53 am |
Hi Nick
I’m looking forward to getting the chance to sit down and go through all these songs… It would be good if they were available to download so I could listen to them on my stereo / in the car etc… I hate listening to music through my computer! But I understand why you haven’t done that.
It must be taking a lot of guts from you to put these songs up here in such a bare form, and I applaud the idea. Hope this whole scarey process works out well for you, and I can’t wait to hear the finished product next year.
Thanks a million
Chris
September 17, 2009 at 9:28 am |
Thanks for that Chris – it is a bit terrifying sticking up the raw demos, but also strangely liberating. I feel like they’ve started their journey now, and who knows exactly where they’ll end up. But the trip should be fun, I think.
September 18, 2009 at 11:05 pm |
A middle 32, eh? Hmmmm. Sounds interesting. There is a lovely sense of a rally and of the shots and returns becoming stronger and stronger, surer. Well, I’ve trusted you since Hothouse Flowers at the Barrowlands, Glasgow (an appallingly long time ago) so I look forward to the next version. : )
September 19, 2009 at 9:32 pm |
Thanks Sarah – actually I’ve no idea how long that bit actually is, always been a bit hazy / lazy about beats and bars. Your comment about the rally is very interesting, hadn’t occurred to me before but I think that you’ve got a point (sic). Perhaps yet another example of my subconscious having way more elaborate plans than my conscious during the lyric-writing process.