Portastudio Lyrics - Western Skies - Roddy Frame

In the approach of midlife 

I received a letter from an eloquent friend 

Saying he was touched by my progress 

A kind of poem to the words that I'd penned 

My ego under attack I felt myself shrinking back 

From his embrace into a place that I know 

Felt relief in resentment couldn't see what it meant 

The jealous echo of a hurt long ago 

I'm so vain 

Thought this song was about me 

Now it's gone down the drain 

Turning against me 

Calling me names 

And me, well I 

I'm still screwing around with a portastudio 

You're in the rain, arguing with your girl 

Friend it's the same 

Rules and restraints 

I strum and I scrawl 

Watching the paint stay wet on the walls 

The mercury falls 

And everything's changed 

Nothing has changed 

I'm turning over a new page 

I'm taking stock of all the gifts 

I'm sorry if I have hurt you 

It's been so hard to find the freedom in me 

I'm dedicating this song to someone I know who's gone 

Cut all my records with a steadying hand 

I'm talkin' 'bout Mr Blair up in his room in his chair 

Working some magic I still can't understand 

Is that all gone 

No autumn light through the window 

No, man the cut's still on 

Between the tracks, hear the wind blow 

Two seconds of time 

And in we fade