Same Lover Lyric Blog

This is a song that has been around for a little while but it never was quite
finished enough for the last album – plus, when The Blur… came along, that
screamed out to be the piano song on Hope is Just a State of Mind and this one
was placed back in its little box.

It’s quite a simple one really – it is about addiction. I think you can get
pretty much addicted to anything – a feeling, a sense, a substance, a pattern of
behaviour, something that becomes a cycle – just a position that could be both
destructive and constructive but which makes it almost impossible to walk away
from. I think the song is also mingled in with thoughts of dealing with a mental
illness and depression and sadness.

I wouldn’t say that I have ever suffered from depression but like everybody you
do have moments when you feel a certain darkness starting to consume aspects of
your thoughts… I think this is something that everyone can relate to – plus,
moments that change your life (especially in a negative sense) are often totally
unexpected and I don’t think anyone could honestly say how they would deal with
such a shift – your life could just unravel so maybe just think about that when
you see someone in a tough situation… but I think the accidental lyric that ends
the song explains it better than the last paragraph has. I’d been playing the
song for a week and could tell it really needed a positive end that could give
the character in the story a bit of sustenance and the two lines (“I think
there’s about a million people” and “Keep your little valuable head up”) just
popped up.

For a long time as well we couldn’t quite work out what to do with the end of
the song and that really put it at risk of not going on the album – the
emotional content almost transcends our ability to deal with it. We had a couple
of different tunes that we considered (a song called Different Gravy which
sounds far less poignant than it actually is), but in the end I think we decided
we just needed to risk it – start recording it properly and force ourselves to
finish it.

Mickey knew that a church near his house had a nice piano so he asked Peter (the
rector-majiggy and man only previously known to us from a pretty crazy rendition
of Old MacDonald’s Farm at a playgroup – Daniel Day Lewis style realism in his
pig), if we could use it. After checking that we weren’t singing about anything
dodgy he kindly let us in and we asked Matt, Matt Saxon, and Haley (a really
tremendous singer( not that Matt and Matt aren’t tremendous singers but you know
what I mean, ah I’m digging my self deeper…)) to come and be our choir… Mickey
did some conducting and we were away…

After mixing it for a bit though, the end still wasn’t quite right so we decided
to open the Lisa Stansfield string arrangement folder and put some strings on
it. We don’t have the budget for Hans Zimmer so me and Mickey just put a mic in
his kitchen and shouted at each for 8 hours while I recorded different viola and
violin parts… and so the end is at least rousing…. Mickey would argue that this
depiction cheapens the validity and logic of the process but as he can’t be
bothered to write these blogs I get to choose.

Grief defeats me like a storm
Of endless possibility
Will it leave me cut and shorn upon an island
Surrounded by desolate sea
Slow I wander as a cloud on the horizon
A part of you that always stays with me
I miss you like I miss the calm upon a river
I miss you like I miss deceit

It’s the same bridges
It’s the same cost
It’s the same lover
It’s the same roads
That you can’t cross
But you still love her

The faintest lines, my favourite scars
The finite wistful memories
The trust and bonds that we create across a century
Are homeless like some fallen tree
Nowhere for emotions to roam anymore
They appear as flotsam on an endless beach
I swim until the tide won’t hold me anymore
I swim until I’m out of reach

It’s the same bridges
It’s the same cost
It’s the same lover
It’s the same roads
That you can’t cross
But you still love her
And of the many people that it takes hold of will you recover
To the same roads
For the same cost
To the same lover

I think there’s about a million people
Been trying to find their own way back here for so long
You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up,
You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up, head up.

And of the many people that it takes hold of will you recover
To the same roads
For the same loss
For the same lover
To the same places
For the same cost
For the same lover

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