Everything I Forgot

Can you imagine a simple place where noone knows your name?
Your face, your color, your size, your age,
Play no importance in gain
And do you believe in the magic thing that makes the world go ’round?
If it’s not of the materialistic state, I hope someday it’s found

Someone should’ve listened long ago to that crackpot fool on the hill
He told us this would happen if we didn’t practice goodwill faster
Now it is not that I have a grudge with time
But time is a lethal thing
It crawls up from behind and it consumes peasants and kings

Can you remember a special time when men were really men?
And noone worried about how they looked or when they’d eat again
My motto now is “live while you can, make the best of what you’ve got”
In order to move on, I must stop and remember everything I forgot

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, na, na, na, na, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, na, na, na, na, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, na, na, na, na, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, na, na, na, na, nah

Composition © 1991, 1993 Ric Albano
Publication © 2011 Cygnus Wave Music

Performers
Ric Albano
Harpsichord, Keyboards, Bass Guitar, Drums, Vocals

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Analysis: This was at the time, and remains to this day, one of the finest Wahray and Soul songs ever recorded. It strikes a perfect balance between the past and future of the project with the dusting off of the old harpsichord for the main riff and the new synth for the overtones. The title also plays into this “retro” feel, while the drum sound is probably the best I ever captured on tape.