Although not the hardest song to write, the sixth number took the longest time for an idea to develop. I ended up putting the track on repeat and leaving it playing while I was doing the ironing!

 

This was around the time when Annie and I were having a bit of an altercation with an old friend, and along with listening to the music I was stewing about this as the hot iron flashed to and fro in time to the music. The words for the chorus gradually built up as the song repeated over and over. With the chorus solidly in place, the other verses were simply a matter of extending the story beyond its starting point and imagining the life of any lonely old man who has no-one left to dance with but himself. The final version retains certain echoes of said old friend while telling a generic story of loneliness in old age.

 

 

Windows are cracked and peeling,
Curtains are drawn and faded,
There’s no light in this old home
Outside a dog is howling,
Lonely old man sits crying,
There’s no warmth in his old bones

No-one’s calling and no-one’s listening to you now
All your friends have moved on and left you behind
What you hear is the sands of life running through now
Music plays in the empty halls of your mind

Counting his old possessions
Filling his life with nothing,
No-one cares what song he sings
Victim of past obsessions
Piling the tapes and albums up,
Hide the phone that never rings

No-one’s calling and no-one’s listening to you now
All your friends have moved on and left you behind
What you hear is the sands of life running through now
Music plays in the empty halls of your mind

Dances round the room all on his own
Reel to reel and dusty microphone

There was a time, remembered
When all his pals stood three screens high,
All lit up like rock and roll
Now all the knocks are silent
Nothing disturbs him as he weeps,
Just a lonely Northern soul

No-one’s calling and no-one’s listening to you now
All your friends have moved on and left you behind
What you hear is the sands of life running through now
Music plays in the empty halls of your mind

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