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  1. January Song

From the recording We were the endlings

This is Dave’s story about writing the song:

I always loved the song January, by Pilot - one of the most perfect songs ever written. I don’t write songs like that - my songs are more sombre and reflective. But I always WISHED I could write a great pop song like January. So I wrote a song ABOUT that song.

At home, I’ve got the actual vinyl single of January, that I got from a playground with my best friend Zitter, for a Matchbox car or something. In about 1975. And Zitter ended up being the best man at my wedding many many years later.

Essentially this song is about me owning that vinyl single from my old friend, with his name written on it, and playing it to my daughter when she was 5, to show her what a great pop song can be.

The other things is, a lot of people will dismiss that Pilot song January as pop fluff, but if you listen to the recording and the string lines and guitar lines and the harmonies, it’s actually complete and utter genius.

So I was basically writing a tribute to that song, and to Zitter, and to the memory of playing it to my daughter. And I drew ideas from the arrangements for the melodies and riffs. Not using it, but channelling it.

Credits:
Music & lyrics: David Bowers
Arrangement: Sunshine Tip (David Bowers, Alice Garner, Dee Hannan)
Vocals: David Bowers and Dee Hannan
Guitars (acoustic, electric): David Bowers
Cello: Alice Garner
Percussion: Mitch Cairns
Clapping: everyone

Produced by Mitch Cairns
Recorded at Coloursound Studios
Mixed at Cavern Sound Studios
Mastered by Joseph Carra at Crystal Mastering

Lyrics

Scratch your name
On the midnight train
Drift off in a dream
And miss your stop again
Find it hard
To make your way back home
Like a little bird with the wings all made of stone

Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Hummin’ along to my own song
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Oh yeah

I’m drifting along with my mind in my song
I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on
I can’t remember anybody
Anybody’s name

But I still got your name on my old 45s
Played to my daughter when she was 5
Fox on the Run and January, that January Song

Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Oh yeah

Baby we were born to run away
Born to crawl a slave to the gold highway
Sick and tired of what you hang on me
Gotta grew up, gotta show up and take on the world

Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Hummin’ away to my own song
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Oh yeah

I’m driftin’ along with my mind in my song
I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on
I can’t remember anybody
Anybody’s name

But I still got your name on my old 45s
Played to my daughter when she was 5
Fox on the Run and January, that January Song

Singin’
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
All night long
My January Song
My January song
My January song

Driftin’ along with my mind in my song
I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on
I can’t remember anybody
Anybody’s name

Seems you and me got a right to be free
But don’t leave a hole where your heart used to be
I don’t want to face the day
When I can’t sing my song no more

Singin’
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
All night long

Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la
Sha la, La la, La la la la, La la