Written as I walked to work. A goose was flying overhead. My uncle was dying, and I was thinking about my memories of him, and about how mysterious memory is, and how we create them for each other, and what going away really means. What’s the difference between a memory, a dream, a plan, and the present moment? Sounds like the beginning of a Buddhist joke. Also, my friends were also working on opening a souvenir store, and we had been talking about what makes a good souvenir.
So this song is a souvenir for you, to remember me by, some introspective slow-singing guy who seems to keep on writing the same songs…
when you go, take me with you i will stay and keep you here what we have comes from each other back and forth, returning down the years we’re just exchanging souvenirs wild goose honking up above me about migrations long ago or does she sing of where she’s going or joke about me down below? what if there’s no difference? maybe all our favorite songs join our memories and dreams to this moment maybe the goose just - honks! (chorus) i remember when i met you though i forget a lot of things remember talks, and walks in new places and when we laugh, and when we sing what exchange is going on that changes now to memory? that binds me up in who you are, and makes you a part of me? (chorus) we’re just exchanging souvenirs i don’t know if there’s anything else we can do but exchange souvenirs
tjw: acoustic guitar (Martin D-28 and Seagull), electric bass, vocals, couscous in a Ball jar