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Bluebell Morning

Do you feel like a bluebell morning
Or a golden afternoon?
I feel like I slept 'til midday
But it still feels like I've set the clock too soon

Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Lift my soul

Do you feel like a bluebell morning
Do you think you'll die alone?
I feel like the drifting oceans
But I'll die before I ever find my home

Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Lift my soul

Do you feel like a bluebell morning
Or a face from Readers Wives?
I feel like a phoenix rising
But I'm wasting all the best years of my life

Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning

Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning

Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning
Bluebell morning

Lift my soul
Give me hope
Bluebell dawn


Written By:
A. Flett/D. Popplewell
 
Found On:
Bluebell Morning EP
Hey Petrunko
Hey! Tour Bootleg: Rare Oob (as Bluebell Rap)
Hey, Petrunko plus...
 
Quotes:
Andy: I sat in my living room with my acoustic guitar in the early afternoon, having just finished eating my breakfast, watching the shadows lengthen. I hit E minor and sang a heartfelt melody over a linear, prowling and busky chord sequence, brooding on how I was feeling at that time. I looked at my life and thought "Pah!" I wanted to write a song that captured the sense of insecurity you feel when you head towards thirty. The springtime of your existence is drawing to a close and the golden afternoon of old age is still some way off. So I suppose I felt I was at about midday. Now for one reason or another, I was depressed, not being able to sleep till the early hours, doomed to drag myself out of bed at midday feeling more drained than when I got in. That's winter for you, it really gets me down, every year - bring on the spring! I had a whole song ready to go and I played it to the band Dan liked the verse but decided to write a different chorus and so I handed the song over to him to see what he did with it. I liked the sound of elegant hope and futility bound together by the urgent piano chords in Dan's new chorus, a driving slice of hypnotic melody poignantly brought to a focus by Sophia's lush multi tracked vocals. I really liked the way the final album mix turned out, especially the contour of the bass and the way it drives the compression, not to mention the surprise middle eight. The end of the song has some almost subliminal ooohs tailing the mix off mysteriously and I like those because they point towards the hidden layer of sonic detail always present in Ooberman recordings.


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