Story Behind The Song

Conceived and partially written at Monow Valley Studio in Monmouth. Finished and recorded at my house, (Firehouse Records)! on a roland vs2400. The last bend of the river is right at the bottom of the studio garden at Monow and was a great place to be at

Song Description

Inspired by my life-long grapple with music, the generosity of a friend and a few observations on the volatile relationship I enjoy with my ever supportive, patient and wonderful maniac wife! It was recorded over a week in 05 using a roland D2 beatbox, m

Lyrics

You give me black champagne.
You make me blue. You've got your reasons.
You are my crack cocaine.
You're my disease. You are my seasons.
I get these holy instincts when were coming down.
Trapped in the physics of the moment.
As the last bend of the river comes around.

You struggle to unravel
When your under attack.
If we quit this place tommorrow.
Well I know we're coming back.

I get these sweetest moments
When I'm coming down.
I watch the fever of the cleaver
And the last bend of the river comes around.

What your failing to remember disapoints me.
What your failing to remember.
I remember.

You shudder like a knife-fight
That got out of control.
You break up like a diamond
That's been crushed to the bone.
You quiver like an animal
That's dying today.
You know it's getting better
You're just frightened to say.

Iget these holy instincts when were coming down.
Trapped in the physics of the moment.
And the last bend of the river comes around.

Slave on.
What you're failing to remember disapoints me.
What you're failing to remember.
I remember.
Slave on.

My carbon ways make me happy.
In a twisted kind of way I am Ok.
This jail I am in it is so crappy.
But I'm gonna figure my way out today.
Whatever gets you going
Gets you going.
Whatever gets you gone.
Gets you gone.
When they're cutting up your pieces.
Ripping up your pieces.
Cutting you to pieces slave on.
Slave on.

Slave on.....etc