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The writing and recording of "Limping to the moon"

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It occurs to me that there are probably relatively few instances of songwriting where there is a “trail” left behind, revealing exactly how the song came to be. My latest song “Limping to the moon” is one such rare instance.

I must preface my remarks by saying that I am, at best, a “reluctant songwriter”. In other words, I don’t really want to write songs; I have no special interest nor skill in music and poetry. Yet somehow I continue to write songs despite this (perhaps to the chagrin of my friends and family, I've written over 50 songs and recorded 22 of these). Why? Every now and again I get a song idea that seems too good to “let go”. And sometimes I think it might just be.

My song “Limping to the moon” is one of these. It’s safe to say that I don’t really care if I never write another song again. Nenad said to me the other night (while listening to it in the car) “this could well be the best thing you’ve ever done”. I think he was right.

Leaving aside the merits of the song,…

Limping to the moon: a song for Maureen

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I’m climbing, over the hills
that turn to sheer cliffs in my mind
And I’m sailing, over the seas
made up of tears that I’ve cried

But when all my water has dried
hope seems to have died
I see you by my side

And I’m drowning, deep in a well
dug out of my own despair
And I’m burning, in fires from hell
but nobody else is aware

But when all my water has dried
hope seems to have died
I see you by my side

I limp to the moon
while you are busy planning things to do
when we get there
There’s never any “if” with you

Take all my cares
and stow my baggage out of view
We’re limping to the moon

And I’m grieving, my past’s in an urn
heart’s broke in ways that won’t mend
And I’m dying, nowhere to turn
waiting for my time to end

But when all my water has dried
hope seems to have died
I see you by my side

I limp to the moon
while you are busy planning things to do
when we get there
You always say “we’ll be there soon”

Take all my cares
and stow my baggage out of view
We’re limping to the moon

Take all my cares
and stow my baggage out…