This is the epitome of box ticking - I wanted to get another one of my half finished sketches out of the door, so gave this a lick of paint and pushed it out of the plane, if that isn't mixing too many metaphors.
I'm not sure what the seed of this song is... probably trying to find something to hold on to, albeit via nostalgia and memory? I'm not sure if I even have any conscious explanation. Probably not necessary.
The bass sound I like. I found it in a folder of Kontakt free stuff.
So I stopped trying
Cos what does trying bring?
I stopped trying
Cos I don't need to sing
When we were young (If we)
We woke on Salisbury Plain (We wake)
On Midsummer's Day