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VanWyck # 24. My Sweetheart (live at De Duif, Amsterdam)

ONE SONG A WEEK songwriting project # 24: My Sweetheart https://www.vanwyck.nl   / vanwyckmusic     / vanwyck_music   Albumversion: https://open.spotify.com/track/3c0IyD... Song # 24: My sweetheart recorded at the Amsterdam church De Duif with Marjolein van der Klauw audio post production: Reyer Zwart My Sweetheart My sweetheart lives in the forest where trees are tall and nights black where ravens crow in the morning at the end of the wayfarer’s path And when I go there a’ walking through the meadows and fields I hear my mother calling Girl you’d better watch your feet My sweetheart he makes me coffee Strong bitter and black He lifts me up from the kitchen and carries me into this bed And there he whispers into my ear some of he sweetest words I have heard lifting me high from this treacherous earth feeding my soul, quenching my thirst feeding my soul, quenching my thirst My sweetheart he never asks me when I’ll be back he knows I will come running down the wayfarer’s path And there he whispers into my ear some of he sweetest words I have heard lifting me high from this treacherous earth feeding my soul, quenching my thirst feeding my soul, quenching my thirst --- How to be complete? I dream up songs often, but in the half state between sleep and wakefulness, I lose most of them. It takes a very concentrated effort to get from the dream to a piece of paper or a recording device and not loose this subconscious thread. For this one I took a straight route to my desk, found a pen and wrote down seven verses whilst trying not to become too conscious. If I look at what I wrote now, I guess about eighty percent of the song was already there. Maybe it helped that in the dream I was given the song as means of directions to get somewhere. It was important to remember those directions, so I kept singing the song to myself, walking along a meadow, through a derelict house with a courtyard where people were building and through a forest. By repeating the song I would not forget the words and would get where I needed to be. The people in the house tried to distract me, but I just kept singing and made my way. What the song is about, is still a bit of a mystery to me. It's quite obvious it speaks of a longing for a union of some sorts. Whether that union be physical, spiritual or metaphorical I leave up to you. I am very grateful Marjolein van der Klauw found the time to sing it with me. As far as the union of voices go, there's no place I'd rather be. We recorded the song in De Duif, a church in Amsterdam, with two male saints standing quietly behind us. Towards the end of the song an anonymous churchgoer walked in and slammed some doors, we tried not to get distracted, but just kept singing - to get to where we needed to be.