Dead Man's Arms (ONE-STOP)
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Credits
Daniel McBrearty : vocals, lead and rhythm guitar, keys, soprano saxophone, recording, arrangement, mixing and production David Tope and his choir : backing vocals Charles "Chidi" Anya : bass guitar Francesca Prattico : drums Charly De Pessemier (Flight Case Music, Brussels): mastering- MASTER: Daniel McBrearty
- PUBLISHING: Daniel McBrearty (PRS) 100%
- Sounds like: Randy Newman, Elvis Costello, Nick Lowe
- Release date: TBA
This song was written in Antwerp, the year before covid, during the January sales (hence the first verse). The idea came to me wandering around the city centre, and I grabbed a pencil and wrote most of it on the tram home. It sounds a bit like 80s or 90s British pop, but David's beautiful Nigerian choir give another flavour to the chorus. I love what they did!
Lyrics
It’s a January Saturday The streets are like a latter-day inferno Full of medieval saints We’re all running round like rats Wooly sweaters, Christmas hats My idea of paradise this ain’t Life is long, like a Dead Man’s Arms What makes us feel like also rans in this human race? We collect and we consume We forget then we resume And we know we can’t continue at this pace. About fifteen years ago, some clever bastard in the know Found a way to find computers sing like birds Now everybody’s got a Cray And we stare at them all day They fill us up with never ending words Life is long, like a Dead Man’s Arms And I feel being silent is no disgrace Though I’m guilty as the next man Of believing that a text can Somehow make me feel more wanted in this place Well perhaps I’m getting older Or the trail is getting colder I don’t run around the way that once I did And the world can live without Those little hooks I threw about Anyway, just who’m I trying to kid? Life is long, like a Dead Man’s Arms And I don’t mind seeing wrinkles in my face I don’t care for new beginnings I’ll cash in and take my winnings And I’ll tip the barman When I leave this place