Good evening,
I'm on my hols at the moment and so I have found the perfect opportunity to produce a song called "Last Thing At Night" for my dear friend Andy Cruise
@Kafla.
Andy sent me this several weeks ago (acoustic guitar and vocal) and then I found myself in the middle of a house move. Unfortunately, I had to have surgery too, which has required some recovery time. Andy sent a guitar/vocal recording and gave me permission to steer this song in any direction. He was happy for me to co write and so I added a brief middle section. I sometimes think that helps to breath new life into a song. Upon listening, it's quite obvious which section I have written but I still regard this as Andy's song. Andy is a great songwriter. He would say he plays several instruments though none of them well. How good do you need to be? What is obvious, is that he is a fine tunesmith. I would struggle to invest my time in producing something that has been written badly. Andy's like a producers dream. If you know a little about production and hopefully have some songwriting ability then, you are on to a winner with his music. Mostly, Andy is a dear, dear friend and I would do anything to bring his songwriting to life. This is a deeply moving and at times bitter composition. We both love the way the song has come together.
https://soundcloud.com/andrewcruse/last-thing-at-night-the-spirit-poetsLast thing at night
I want to know, are you happy now, in a better place?
Was the reckoning so delicate, like sand on your face.
Was your mother proud of her little girl and her little lies?
These are the thoughts that haunt me, last thing at night.
These are the thoughts that haunt me, last thing at night.
Was it on your mind for a week or two or a night with him?
Did he make you smile or is happiness just a state of mind.
You left me high and dry, broke inside, barely alive.
Was your mother proud of her little girl and her little lies?
These are the thoughts that haunt me, last thing at night.
These are the thoughts that haunt me, last thing at night.
How can I forgive you whenI lost everything.
Help me to forget.
Will I ever get over this?
Got to keep moving forwards.
High and dry, broken inside, barely alive.
These are the thoughts that haunt me, last thing at night.
These are the thoughts that haunt me, last thing at night.
Was your mother proud?
Written by Andy Cruise - with a little input from me :-)
https://soundcloud.com/andrewcruse/last-thing-at-night-the-spirit-poets