Nothing Else
I went down to the edge of the river
Wondering what I'd find
I couldn't know what fate would deliver
Looking into your eyes
Thinking 'bout nothing else, nothing else all day
All tied up like a boat in the harbour
Sheltering from the storm
Come here baby you said in a whisper
I'm gonna love you and keep you warm
Nothing else, nothing else all day
I've been thinking 'bout nothing else all day
Where did you come from, where are we going
How did I find you here
Nothing matters in the heat of the moment
Love is the power makes everything clear
Nothing else, nothing else all day
Watching the light shining down from the window
Snaking across to you
There in the corner waiting in the shadow
Smiling at me through the gloom
Nothing else, nothing else all day
I've been thinking 'bout nothing else all day
Where did you come from and what's the attraction
Where do we go from here
I can't imagine but what does it matter
As long as I breathe as long as you're near
Nothing else, nothing else all day
I've been thinking 'bout nothing else all day
| RG thoughts: | One morning, a year or so ago, I was in a rush and, walking past the door to my studio, went in for a few moments' respite, picked up my acoustic guitar which happened to be tuned to an open tuning, and started playing a vague rhythm. The entire song came to me in an instant. I love it when that happens. Quickly recording a bit on the cassette recorder I use to make quick references, it was later that night before I could return to the studio and make a proper demo. My studio is not a real studio in the sense that it is sound-proofed, it is merely a basement room with some recording gear (along with dozens of boxes of old cassettes full of unfinished thoughts). Making the demo that night required that I make as little noise as possible, because all the family were sleeping. The hushed quality that it acquired then is what I asked the musicians to attempt when we did the main sessions a month or so later. They responded better than I could have imagined and the song still has that quiet nature. It's highly unusual, at least my experience, for the atmosphere of a demo to be so faithfully retained. Gerry Leonard, the Irish guitar player, contributed to the beautifully eerie coda. |