Recording and Mixing Dates: Recorded January 26, 2016. Mixed January 27, 2016
Genesis: This is a tough one to recall. My typed lyric sheet is dated July 2005. I believe I wrote the lyrics very soon after I came up with the music. I started arranging a demo version in September 2005 and played it once in 2006 for some family and friends. Then I filed it away, probably because it is a dark and melancholic song. I have found it hard to share songs like this one. So no better time than now to send it on its way.
I believe the title came about as I created the melody. Like last week’s song, lyrics sometimes come out of nowhere when you are working on a tune, and often times I can’t let go of them. The themes of heartache and memory permeate popular music. No matter what we try to do to forget episodes in our lives, there is always that moment where something will trigger their return. In this case, I came up a very dark scenario of a character who is fighting off a deep hurt and who seems to have no faith in the past or the future. That’s right, not every “I” in a song represents the writer.
Though the tune flirts with country music (and my first arrangements reflected that), I wanted just a hint with this recording.
Production: Electric bass, drums, acoustic guitars, banjo-guitar, electric baritone guitar, and accordion.
Lyrics
IT’S COMING BACK TO ME
At a certain point in life I stopped remembering
I swear I can’t recall just why I did.
But something said tonight
Set off a matchstick light
I pinched it out
My latest casualty
It didn’t stop the feeling.
Yes, It’s Coming Back to Me.
I know I took that book and burned the pages.
I stood and watched the ashes blow away.
I locked myself down tight.
With constant oversight
Of any thought
That threatened to run free.
Now the gates are swinging open.
Yes, It’s Coming Back to Me.
If I had one wish that I could grant you
It surely wouldn’t be your memories.
For memories will only take you so far.
Then they’ll leave you there
Staring at the stars
How do you put the genie back in the bottle?
How do you turn the tide back to the sea?
What happened in the past
Becomes a walking cast
And with each step
A stab of agony
I can start to feel the twinges.
Yes, It’s Coming Back to Me.
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