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This song came together while Diane was still at her home in Greece, and completed once she was back in the UK. Kevin sent some crunchy percussion, fat bass sounds and hypnotic drones. Diane began by looping and stitching these together. 

Maybe it was the building work going on at a construction site across the ravine from her Cretan home that caused her to start adding samples of power tools! Next, she got out her midi keyboard and added some weird bubbly sounds and wicked subs—and that extraordinary middle section of brass and guitars.

There followed a month of ill health, and this, together with lots of mundane domestic crises, slowed down work for the duo on both sides of the Atlantic. This enforced hiatus gave an opportunity for the grim political landscape around the globe to wrap its deadly tentacles of despair around the pair, sapping their strength and threatening to throttle the creative processes, but in the end, their battle against the forces of darkness helped form the theme of the song. 
 
At last, a melody was written that suited the many different textures and complexities of the emerging song. Lyrically, things came together surprisingly quickly, the first two lines falling into place out of nowhere, inviting Diane to follow them to see where they might lead. Some of the lyrics remain mysterious, like images glimpsed in a fever dream, but no doubt reflecting the turmoil of the weeks that spawned them, and the hope that pulls us all through.
 
After the storm we’ll build a garden
And in the garden we’ll plant a tree
And on that tree we’ll hang a rumour
And in the rumour there will be murder.

And so we wait for dawn in this afterlight,
Say we’d settle for a better night,
And in the morning light will the dark replay
With another day of woe?

And in the parlour there’ll be a reckoning
The lights are low
And when it’s over, we’ll have a party
And in the parlour they’re crying no no no

And so we carry hope like it’s contraband
Hid beneath the tongue in this prisonland
And in my fist there shines this tiny sun
And it warms me with its glow

Another life. No no.

And in the morning we won’t forget you
We may forgive you, we’d never kill you

Turn around turn around

In another life. No no.

And in the morning a reclamation
Our eyes are lifted to the horizon


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