Sounds:
Notes - November 2006
This song is made up of three themes that seemed to want to be in the
same piece together. I'm very happy with the most recent version, which
was completely re-recorded in April '02 but I've worked on it
extensively most of this year. Walter and I collaborated on the music
and lyrics. Alas, there remains no recorded version of his version of
the bridge section, which as I recall had different words and melody.
Early stages:
Diving back into the cassette archives reveals some interesting
fragments. I try to do this before finalizing anything in the track, in
case there is something worth recapturing - an odd note, a turn of
phrase, or something, that was present in the early versions. In this
case, I think we got everything we were looking for. These (edited)
historical archives are for true fans and paleontologists only.
Instruments:
Lyrics:
I watch them run and jump and play outside my
window
I want to go out and join in the fun
Mother tells me no, she says that I'm just too young
They play too rough, and I'll get hurt in the end
She stops me playing with the big boys
Playing with the big boys
Playing with the big boys, is where I want to be
Watch them throw and catch the ball, down in the park
I want to go down, and join in the game
Sometimes is rough, being the smallest kid
When they choose the sides, I'm always left at the end
I want to play with the big boys
play with the big boys
playing with the big boys, is where I want to be
And one day, when I am big and strong
I'll walk through the gate, and feel I belong
And when I get there, will have to be so hard?
the big boys are playing in another back yard
Playing with the big boys
to play with the big boys
playing with the big boys, is where I want to be...
At night, when Mother tucks me into bed
I always dream, of staying up late, instead
In the morning, though I have grown by one day
I'll always be too young, to be a part of their play
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