Sunday, 17 June 2012

Play That Game - the meaning of the song!

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Play That Game


Play That Game is as a northern English indie-folk song with a soul feel mixed in the early hours after a night out in the village of Chipping, Lancashire, England. We squashed into the upstairs room of a country cottage with a djembe, an acoustic and a bass, overlooking the wet green hills to record.  My good friends Neil and Sue, proper star gazing hippies that they are when given half a chance, sorted it all out in the middle of the night.

I wrote it in the spare room sat in front of a mahogany writing desk that I  bought from a charity shop. It was sunny day and basically I woke up alone as usual, all my friends and girlfriend having gone to their "proper" jobs. I'm a full-time guitarist/songwriter/guitar tutor so I teach in the afternoons/evenings. 

This song is just a means of calling out to those lovers from a lonely room and imagining they can hear you.  Holding an imaginery conversation with lovers of past and present knowing the road ahead takes us all eventually to that big gig in the sky.

I had a little solo going on a fender but kind of forgot it after a couple of takes. The lyrics are simple enough and mostly literal.

There are days when I wake up to no one
Wishing the sunshine could talk, talk and smile
There are times when the old flames keep burning
When my heart aches, with every broken mile

CHORUS:
It's no way to end our days, is it really?
I have called you, called you in my dreams, did you not hear me?
Well we both know that love is just an emotion to blame but I still want to play that game.

I have said goodbye to the family
Discarded my hatred, shook off my old clothes
I've walked free from the bar brawls and the write-offs
Drunk myself sober, laughed and cried with the world

repeat CHORUS

M8:  Remember the summers that felt like forever
I had nothing to do but to hang out with you
It's not like that today.
I'm just living in a lonely outpost on the edge of somewhere grey

repeat CHORUS





Mostly it was cheap to record like this and what the hell it felt good!




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