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This is a song about how nostalgia can become an obsession, even a religion-of-one. Just ask Lila Blewitt.
lyrics
1. Empty Chair
Maybe I could, maybe I should
pick up the phone again,
it’s time that I went home again.
Frost in the air, streets bleak and bare,
the days are growing cold,
winter’s here and I feel old.
At home they’ll be singing,
the bells will be ringing,
and everybody’s there.
This time I’ll be with them,
and join in the rhythm,
and kill the ghost who haunts the empty chair.
Day after day, time flows away.
Here comes the first grey hair:
no wonder people stop and stare.
Life has moved on, time I was gone.
The train begins its quest,
I’ll chase the east wind to the west.
At home they’ll be singing, etc.
It's a beautiful theory,
a wonderful dream.
I believe I can
search the darkened hillside,
and follow the gleam.
But there's nothing but
wind through the mad cracked glass
and broken-down beam.
Saw your photograph in Clancy’s window;
everyone’s been trying to track you down.
I heard on the news,
they want me back, they want me to prove
I can kill the ghost who haunts the empty chair.
It's no longer a theory,
it's no longer a dream:
this time I can search the darkened hillside
and follow the gleam.
This time I can
smash through the mad cracked glass
and broken-down beam.
I heard on the news,
they want me back, they want me to prove
I can kill the ghost who haunts the empty chair.
At home they’ll be singing, etc.
credits
from
Follow The Gleam,
released January 22, 2013
composed by Heneghan & Lawson
Ben Heneghan: vocals, hammond
Ian Lawson: piano, rhodes
Mike Heneghan: bass
Andrew Lawson: drums
Sylvia Strand: backing vocals
Kat Squire: backing vocals
Elliot Bennett: percussion
Hwyel Maggs: guitar
Dan Jones: guitar
Gethin Liddington: trumpet
Gareth Roberts: trombone
Lee Goodall: alto sax
Osian Roberts: tenor sax
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