HeartSongs - 20180326
- Written by Marky Edison
Welcome to HeartSongs, our regularly scheduled (probably) look at songs and the people who write them. We spoke to Dublin-based singer-songwriter, The Pickled Onions, about his recent single ‘Sing To Me’.
“The song is written from the point of view of my two year old Béibhinn. Her imagination is a constant source of inspiration. Some of the lines were inspired from stories we read, and some are straight from the horse’s mouth.
The music for this one came together more or less in an evening but the lyrics took a bit of time to reveal themselves. I recently been trying to set a limit on the amount of time I'll procrastinate on a tune in the interest of getting more songs finished and putting them out there, even if they're not perfect, and I'm really enjoying the process.
More than likely the last couple of tracks, ‘Sing To Me’, ‘Honey’ and ‘Harvest’ will end up on EP number three, or possibly an album, I'll see how it's looking in the Summer. Between now and then, I have finishing touches to put on EP2, The Mines, and send it off for mixing at the Isokon (Kevin Morby, Bob Weir). I found him through listening to Kevin Morby's Singing Saw last year which I loved. Looking forward to working with him when I get my finger out.”
Lyrics:
Lift me up
Higher than the sun
Spin me around
& put a nappy on my bum
You need to look
At this stone I just found
Do you think it's worth something?
I found it on the ground
Where are you going
And can I come with you?
Don't take my sister
She's done a smelly poo
Put on my record
Till I sharpen my sound
We'll watch it spinning
Like a merrily-go-round
Build me a robot
With a smile upon his face
I need juice for my rocket
To take me into space
Slide the rings arounds Saturn
Pic-a-nic on the moon
It's the best day I've had
But it's over all too soon
And I don't want to go
But I know in my head
That the best place for me
Is tucked up in my bed
Mr. Cat to my left
& the Gingerbread mam
Sings to me softly
We're all holding hands
Sing to me softly
We're all holding hands
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