Tapestry



This song is special to me, most of all because of how it was written, but also how I've followed the original idea all the way to the end. When the news of Lhasa de Sela's death reached me I was quite shaken. I truly admired her voice, her songwriting and her emotional depth. Perhaps her last performance was a small concert in someone's loft in Montréal, which was filmed and put online. When I had written the first lines of Tapestry I knew I wanted to produce the song as to sound like I was playing in that loft, with her. A rather simple idea that turned out to be extremely difficult. When I added the reverb drenched hammond I knew I had nailed it.


Lyrics:
Pulling on every part of me
Frozen on every part of me
And all the gritty things I've done
They are bleached by the sun
All the little wims and desires
I throw them on the fire
And they burn...

Woven into every part of me
Taken from every part of me
And all the little things you've done
They are bleached by the sun
All the little wims and desires
They are thrown upon the fire
And we burn

Oh, no matter how hard I try
No, I can't hold you in my mind

Oh, no matter how hard I try
No, I can't hold you in my mind