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The Most Beautiful Song

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Uploaded on Nov 3, 2011

While I was over in Ireland for a summer I remember car trips out to Connemara, Cork, and the Ring of Kerry with a friend. I have memories of driving back to Galway at dusk, sleepy in the passenger chair, while singing along to Matthew Good and the Arcade Fire. I recall it as being a rather trance like experience. The whole thing was rather surreal, having spent a day in a beautifully landscape so unlike what I'm accustomed to, but then hearing music which was so strongly familiar to me and reminded me of my teenage years and the landscape of my farm. It was a strange, but not unpleasant, overlap between my life in Canada and my life abroad. Also, I really just wanted to write a song about the power of a song to change the way that you view the world.

I played this song a bit under tempo in this recording, but I still really like the bridge a lot (the bit about feeling big and small). But since I recorded this in my parents house on a weekend visit, I don't have much chance to redo it, so this will have to suffice.



We took your car out to the coast through all the narrow, winding roads.
We talked every subject and we saw every sight and we're going home.
I hear a voice, soft and meek, singing and it's mine
and it's yours.

The guitar melody is a jet plane
the singer shakes the sun down to the earth
the strings, they remind me of a rising wave
and I'm sinking below the surf

Oh, this is the most beautiful song
I can't help but sing along
It's the perfect ending to the very best day
driving away
into the sunset, into the dark

We climbed the tall hills, we walked the coast
we watched the sun get heavy o'er the sand
and we dipped our feet although the water was cold
and laughed from dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn
I hear a voice, soft and meek, singing and it's yours
and it's yours


Oh, and I feel so big
and I feel so small under this surf of sound
Oh, and I feel so still
but I feel the wheels always going 'round and 'round and 'round


Into the red, over the line
straight on into dawn

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