Whispers And Moans
Neil Finn
Dull, dull grey
The colour of our times
Cool, cool space
That I still hope to find
Far beyond the veil
The sound of whispers and moans
Slow time bomb
The clamour of the street
I hear this town
It never goes to sleep
And I will catch the taxi driver
Weeping like a wounded beast
Then I wake up in your room
To share one piece of your life
When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all
Without your whispers and moans
‘Cause here you come to carry me home
Here you come to carry me home
Love that sound
Time erase
Tension wheels
Cool heels
Won’t ya come on open the bid before too long
Then I wake up in your room
To share one piece of your life
I’d give anything to be a fly upon the wall
And hear your whispers and moans
I’d like to hear your whispers and moans
Here you come to carry me
We are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion
Cleansed in a moment of recognition
You gave your life for it
Worth its weight in gold
And growing empires and art collectors
And Alan’s sound investments
Will one day be forgotten
One day be forgotten, yeah
Photo: Andrew Ronayne
Song appears on:
Crowded House - Woodface (1991 album)
Live: Fangradio broadcasts 2020-2021
“The vocal for that was not particularly difficult but it’s one of my favourite sounding tracks on the record, as far as the textures go on the record. We put a lot of interesting sounds into it and as an arrangement, I’m very pleased with it.
There’s some quite elaborate backing vocals on that song which we spent time on. It’s interesting that even the songs that Tim wasn’t theoretically in the band for, he ended up doing backing vocals on almost all of them before we had incorporated him into the band. This one’s a good example. Tim sang backgrounds on the chorus for that.”
