Come Home

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This is a fast feel good pop song with lyrics about being left behind in the real world while one's partner gets absorbed in to the virtual one.

Story Behind the Song

I wrote this song after spending years playing a computer game called "Unreal Tournament" online also one of my girlfriends had called herself a Cubase Widow, (Cubase is a program for writing music using a computer).

I was also struck by the way in which we see computers as a hi tech device for giving satisfaction to our more base tendencies, (sex and violence) and how it can also be used in our search for romantic illusions such as romantic relationships on the web. I had heard of a few marriages coming to a sticky end as a result of one of the partners surfing off with someone else.

When we wrote this song Cormac had come over and we were ploughing through song ideas. Normally we'd get 10 ideas down per day and "Come Home" was just 1 of 10 that day. The way we worked was to leave the microphone on and the recorder running continually so that what ever happened got captured. Cormac would play a tune and I would ad lib in to the mic. Almost all of the words to come home (except the last verse) were written there and then.

From that point the song was taken by several producers and finally the one by Alistair McMillan (He who has produced Enya, U2, and Mark Knopfler) was chosen.

Come Home

Lyrics by Simon Smith (c)2000 London

I've walked down the computer game roads
Of your mind,
In the darkness of night I've
Crept up behind,
And grabbed you round the waist and said,
"Come back now in to our bed"
"Leave those monsters to fight alone now darlin' "
"Come back home my darling."

I've walked down the corridors of your mind
Why do you want to leave your life behind?

I've walked down the computer game roads of your mind,
In the darkness of night I felt you leave me behind,
From the wasted cities of the web
Come back now into our bed
Without your heart its not a home my darling
Please come home darling

I walked down the corridors of your mind
Why do want to leave your life behind

Oh Baby come home now
Take the modem from the phone now
Please come home my love

If you don't care then I don't mind
I walked down the corridors of your mind
Watched you flying on the line
I walked down the corridors of your mind
Why do you want to leave your life behind?

Hey girl
watched you flying on the line
watched you flying on the line
Please come home my love
Please come home my love

ENDS

Much of this song was produced the Frankie Miller Songwriting Project. And can be found on the Frankie Miller Songwriting Project CD
Credits: Words Mand vocal melody Simon Smith, Music Cormac O'Kane, Production Alistair McMillan, Backing Vocals Brendan Guyatt, Lorraine Edwards and Denise wint, Guitars Cormac O'Kane and Alistair McMillan, Bass and keyboards Cormac O'Cane