Never Leaving

Never Leaving

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Song number 10, this wasn't the one I had planned, but it overtook the other one.

The aim of this was to write a song where the narrator got progressively angrier with the person she was talking to, to create a cathartic type of song. The performance needs a bit of practice, I might try writing another, it was quite fun.

Lyrics: 

Comfort sleeps in dreams that live
beside the edge but will not jump
and I would watch the ocean move
while I waited for the love you said you had

And you would tell me you were frightened
and you would tell me you would be there
and you would tell me there was pride lost
and waiting here would not be living

Stars still seem like tiny lights
against the aching dark of night
and there's a ship that sails away
and here's a love that often fails

And you would tell me she was beauty
and you would tell me she was weeping
and you would tell me love was sleeping
and in the waking was a whisper

And it won't matter if I left here
or if I walked into that ocean
or if I flew to Benbecula
you would still be calling for me
because you're no freer than the anchor
that holds the boat in the harbour
and you would tell me that she needs you
and you would tell me that you'd be here
and you would tell me that the night won
and that this waiting leaves you feeling
like you are drowning in the running
because you're no freer than the anchor
that holds the boat in the harbour
and you're the one who sees the leaves fall
and you're the one who's never leaving

Copyright Frances Smith @2018



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Comments

I really like the idea you have here of creating a progressively angrier storyteller, seeking a sense of catharsis. This is something I tend to do naturally, and wish I could avoid, haha, but it's a great idea to start with. Some solid imagery here, "you're no freer than the anchor that holds the boat in the harbor". Nice work here.

billwhite51's picture

some of your best linese here, and your performance is as tortured as the narrators heart the song teerters on the edge, liable to break apart at any moment..yet the narrators persists in holding herself together until the tale is completed.

Technicolor Gramophone's picture

Lyrics flow beautifully, like a river of stars and whispers and "tiny lights." Love the anchor analogy and the specificity of Benbecula (real place?). Very effective repetition of "and you would"! Guitar and vocal clear as a bell.

Excellently mournful. builds and builds but keeps control. nice lyrics well delivered. i may have said before but i hear a smoother Lucinda Williams.

Pam Grisham's picture

This is so beautiful, Frances. Your lines are powerful and I love the images of the anchor, the ship, the ocean and the harbor. "And waiting here would not be living" is a wonderful line but you have so many amazing lines in this song. Wow.

Pam Grisham's picture

This is so beautiful, Frances. Your lines are powerful and I love the images of the anchor, the ship, the ocean and the harbor. "And waiting here would not be living" is a wonderful line but you have so many amazing lines in this song. Wow.