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| A remake of Wyndham Lewis' "Workshop 1914" |
You
always write me letters with your perfume upon
Saying
"I hold you dearer than the sun"
You
stand in my doorway waiting till I come
But
that's how the heart gets broken
That's
how the heart grows
You
want to learn my secrets, you want to probe my mind
You
want to know the dark side of my life
You
want to set my heartbeat next to yours as one
But
that's how the heart gets broken
That's
how the heart grows
Remember
all the times the boys grew weary
They
wanted more than just to kiss and touch
Remember
all the nights your eyes grew bleary
Weeping
over one you loved so much
You
want to plan my future you want to bear my child
You
want to walk beside me down the aisle
You
want to make love perfect you won't take it as it comes
But
that's how the heart gets broken
That's
how the heart grows numb.
Unusually
for me, the song grew out of a guitar riff that I had found, of my own invention
I believe, and which I liked so much I knew it had to become a song. It was
supposed to be How The Heart Grows Numb, and all the rhymes were made
accordingly. But there was so much growth that I left the last word out. Until
eventually I got tired of her letters and of finding her there when I came home,
waiting on the doorstep for me to take her back. Eventually the growth ceased.
Eventually she got all her wishes, except the last ones. Eventually the last
phrase confirmed the numbness.
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Words and music by David Prashker
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