Al Goodwin

Always think of Andy every day but especially today on his birthday, miss ya fellah and we should still be doing this together.

"It's Hard To Believe"
So glad you remembered me
After all this time you're here for me to feel
You came to comfort me
A pain in my heart that only you could heal

Now I'm left here standing with just a photograph
I remember the first time I ever saw you laugh
You were sick in your shows
You were breaking all the rules

It's hard to believe that you won't ever come back

I still sing your melodies
As I lie awake, dreaming of the past
Your life is a part of me
I have to carry on just to know how to make it last

Now I'm left here standing with just a photograph
I remember the first time I ever saw you laugh
You came knocking on my door
You only wanted what we had before

It's hard to believe, that supper would be our last

I recall when you told me you were living on borrowed time
You'd lost site of everything, even though we were two of a kind
Don't know if it's irony, ridiculous or sublime
Your heart is inside of me
Until the day that I die

Now I'm left here standing with just a photograph
I remember the first time I ever saw you laugh
We used to sing our own blues
After watching the lunchtime news

It's hard to believe, that song would be our last

© Al Goodwin 2009



These lyrics were inspired by my friend Andy Reed who was such a sweet soul and I do miss him.

His life was too short.

There were times I would just listen to him, sometimes I'd hold him and at other times I'd want to grab him by the collar and aagh fuck knows, he could be infuriating. We helped each other through some heavy emotional shit and we used to co-write together and I so wish he was here now so we could record together.

I recorded one of his songs "I wonder Why" on my debut album and I'm sure I could feel his soul whilst recording the vocals.

Something got to me that day and I've been driven to get this song together ever since and just let it all flow and the song was written in minutes.

We both had no concept of bullshit and we felt quite invincible together. We formed a band and did odd jobs. We'd play songs together 24/7. I know so many people have lost someone close and it hurts. This is my way of dealing with it, I sing Andys' songs, I write about him and sometimes I sense him and that can be enough.

This song fits nicely on the new EP and he was sick in his shoes, he did handle 7 guys who jumped him (they were not to know Andy was a black belt taekwando expert) and he did have his air supply cut off while working on the rigs in The Gulf. Most of all though, a true friend who was always there for me and our story needs to be told.

I can't write books and anyway his father is an author and he has already written Andy's story in a splendid way but that is a very private affair. I can't come close to that but I can write a song about him and I know I have his blessing.

I often raise a glass to Andy Reed and it's his birthday today.

Have a listen on the music page.

Love and music.

Al.