A sad love song (oh yes) which is also about the loneliness of unlonely places. Forms a bookend set with "Ship Graveyard" in several respects. Best way to wrap things up.
The drum patterns here may be one of the most complex feats of manual editing here. Not sure whether to be proud or to gawk at myself for wasting so much time on clattering noises. The stacked, pitch-shifted synths were similarly... something. This is almost a pop song (if not quite so much as "Switch"), and one of the few things here with anything resembling a verse-chorus-verse structure. Not going to pretend that wasn't intentional. I like emotionally overcharged, infectious, grandiose songs. I just tend to go about writing in a less direct way.
An interesting postscript: The melody to the pseudo-chorus actually dates back to my earliest days as a musician, and a demo version of it—originally entitled "Memories of Tokyo"—can be heard on the Fever Carpets release Copse / Pitch as a section of "Copse" starting roughly fifteen minutes in. This should prove enlightening to those at all curious about my terribly convoluted writing process.
lyrics
I would rather be in the city,
in and amongst the desolation and crowds,
where none could ever find me,
walking the streets in moonlight
that filters between crumbling towers
in crooked and leaning rows,
like rotting teeth in a dead mouth, smiling.
But I can't see what you see in me.
I would rather not be in the suburbs,
where a myriad pastel colours and lights blur and bend.
Here I am wrapped in isolation,
forever keeping the most useless secrets,
and sorts of secrets, too.
Here the sky, a velvet shift,
is covered in mirror fragments,
moved by hand, cutting cloth
and shedding blood.
Sometimes I find
that I can't see what you see in me.
You made me forgive myself,
and that I cannot forget;
but you made me forget myself,
and that I cannot forgive—
no, that I cannot forgive,
I cannot forgive you.
(But for the grace of God go I.)
I hope that you find someone nothing like you.
I hope that you don't die alone.
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