I love the shmaltzy, nostalgic sound the chord progression has in this song. It's like searching for memories from 1950's melodramas, if I had in fact lived them and they had been real.
But I did run with the theme of nostalgia and ended up writing a song about leaving the past in the past. Sometimes you go back to places you haven't been in a long time, after travelling, and it's suddenly as if that place or those places have become a sequence of dolls' houses, they seem so much smaller. Is it because you've realized the world is so varied and some places are inevitably bigger or smaller than others? Sure, that might be true, but I think the feeling runs deeper than that...
I have a postcard on my fridge that I bought from a museum gift shop in London, it says "some places are more now than others". Maybe our mind distorts size based on memories acquired in certain places, when you go to new places for a long duration of time and have formative experiences there, perhaps the old ones shrink in importance.
Anyway. This song is about the past and the lyrics were inspired by the image on the right which I stumbled across on Pinterest.
"Carousel" - Copyright Kate Ann Morris 2015
I left my bike
Among the leaves in your garden
Rust, yellow and gold
Wheels spinning like a carousel
I went back there,
This time, last year
And I see it's still there,
So I wonder if you still care
Everything seems so,
Much smaller than I remember
We were just dolls
Pretending this was a home
I curl, my fingers
Around the gate, but don't push
Because no good will come
No good will come
No good will come
No good will come.
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