Close To Mike

Moira on what inspired her to write this song:
„Driving home from Savannah, we passed a place called Gibson’s Creek where there was a view of an old, broken-down house of grey wood at the end of a jetty which extended into a wide expanse of smooth river. It made a beautiful picture – very North American to my mind – and it resulted in this song. Hope you like it.“

A song about the momentariness of love, the shame of saying „it is over“ and the wish of not getting hurt again.

The musical arrangement tries to capture the beautiful landscape inspired Moira to this song but also tries to reflect the flickering energy between both of the characters. At the end the Sax enters the scenery softens down and let go.

You’re back – tell me all about where you’ve been
Paint me some pictures in words of every exotic scene
Tell me some stories – it gets kinda samey here on the Creek
And I need the buzz of hearing you speak

We could rock on the back porch, watch the sun slip down
Those dark green waters where our aspirations drowned
When this old Creek’s wrapped in dusk’s embrace
It’s really almost pretty and then you can’t look in my face

Oh it’s so good to see you, say you’ll stay
Let’s lie cool and quiet – think up games to play
In the dawn you’ll leave me, disappear without a trace
But for now draw me close and I promise I won’t look in your face

Composer: Moira Waugh, Siobhan Dakay
Lyrics: Moira Waugh
Arrangement: Siobhan Dakay
Mixing: Marcel Filler
Mastering: Christoph Stickel

Hey, Mr. Sun

Hey, Mr. Sun – the first tunes appear and you might think „G&T on a roof terrasse now“ or you simply would like to enjoy the sun. Well, you can do so. But listen carefully. It sounds as if Moira flirts with Mr. Sun but case is the opposite.

Nothing else but the sun to dissapear from her face. She is pretty clear with her request. Using her sweetest voice she demands: „Stop smiling down on me cause I want to make the most of the tragedy of him leaving me“.

The Backtrack is quoting the good old 80s and 90s jazzy tracks from Mat Bianco and Sade. The Saxophone representing Mr. Sun trying to flirt with Moira but she is pretty resistant and doobidoohs Mr. Sun away.

Oh how could the root of the problem (the man) just let her go – this charming girl (NOT?).
Superb British sarkasm packed into a soft jazzy easy to digest dress.

Hey, Mr. Sun


Hey, Mr. Sun
Stop smiling down on me
‘Cause I want to make the most
Of the tragedy of him leaving me
I need to stand in the mist and rain
And savor all my pain
Of dejection, of rejection
Of deception of missing him
And your sunshine is getting in my way

Hey, Mr. Sun
Please get lost
Cause only gales and gloomy clouds can really match my mood
And seaside towns in winter where I can just sit and brood on heartbreak
On heartache
On what a snake he was after all
And your sunshine, your sunshine’s getting in my way

You might think this new love is the one for you
Soon you realize it’s more a case of ‚he’ll do‘
Turns out you’re not exactly charming the guy
In spite of all your concessions and mid-brown hair dye

Hey, Mr. Sun
Wish you’d take a hike
While I wait for my homicidal hostility to pass
And watch my heart sink to the bottom of my glass
So just stop smiling at me
Cause your sunshine’s getting in my way
Take a hike, please get lost

Hey, Mr. Sun
You’re really getting in my way



Composer: Moira Waugh, Siobhan Dakay
Lyrics: Moira Waugh
Arrangement: Siobhan Dakay
Mixing: Siobhan Dakay
Mastering: Christoph Stickel

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