https://music.apple.com/us/album/too-blue/1631555791

I played my mum a recording of a song I had written and her comment was "What's all that squeaky sound?"(when the left hand moves over round wound strings there is a bit of squelch) This obviously distracted her from the intention of my music. I was feeling misunderstood at the time anyway as my wife at the time was squeezing me into the corners so she could shine in the spotlight. 

Most people within minutes of meeting me have a pretty clear idea of who I am and what my passions are. I am a "What you see is what you get" kind of guy and yet these two people who should have known me intimately were blind (and deaf) to the changes and growth I was experiencing. Both of them had impressions of me based on either who I was or projected who they thought I should be and in the case of my wife, also projecting qualities on to me that were not mine and were based in her previous experiences with intimates who could not be trusted.

I am especially proud and thankful for the verse with the metaphoric imagery of me (my face) and a self winding watch back when watches were still a thing and some needed to be wound. The word play I love so much is evident if you pronounce the verb wound (ow sound)and the noun wound (oo sound)

I didn't release this song (or perform it) at the time because I thought there was still hope to salvage what we had, but ultimately it was hopeless. I think the song stands on it's own outside of my experience because we all know people who "just don't get us!"

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

How come you don’t know my soul?
You missed my pain, could not console
Couldn’t fill this gaping hole
How come you don’t know my soul?

It’s not your fault, you just added salt
To wounds already gaping
I fight the heat, deny, defeat
That’s why I should try escaping

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

I don’t hide my heart from my sleeve 
There’s only one of me to believe
So which one are you asking to leave
Say, what a wicked web we’ve weaved

The portrait of us together on picture day
Should look the same when we’re old and grey
You still shine but I’m fading away
Whose heart is it anyway?

It’s not your fault, you just added salt
To wounds already gaping
I fight the heat, deny, defeat
That’s why I should try escaping

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

You can read my face but don’t misread my mind
I don’t need to be re-defined
Watch me close and you will find
I’m the kind you never have to wind

I pour all my heart into my song
I know what’s right, I know what’s wrong
These lonely nights have gone on too long 
I’ve been in the tower all along

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

©2008 IGH