This longer mix doesn't yet feature the Roland GR-500 guitar synthesizer that produces the bubbling sounds. A 7:15 minute version is basically the same as the one on the LP, but it offers another chorus and different improvised vocal chants in the coda. There are several versions that are way longer than the LP track. The famous guitar chord was Andy's contribution. Stewart Copeland mentioned that this song started as a rocker. He had the bass line in mind and started walking around the room, which led to the song's "original" title "Walking Round The Room."
In "The Independent" from September 1993 he mentions that he had done a TV show with The Police, so it was probably the night after. I will be the first in line to open up so I don't mind I will be the first in line to open up, so I don't mind to give you up.Sting wrote the song when he was lying drunk in a hotel room in Munich, Germany. So let’s get round to why, The one I need is tied up right now So let’s just wait a while, The one I need is tied up right now So let’s not draw the line, Cause I can't make my mind up right now So let’s just wait a while, The one I need is tied up right I will be the first in line to open up, so I don't mind to give you up. I want to buy a house I want to make a stand I want to love a girl I want to love a man I want to kill the past I want to stop the sand I want another chance But one is all you haveīut if once more I could feel What I felt before I’d hold it like it’s real I’d never let it fall I’d blow up every bridge I’d build up every wall And nothing could get in But nothing could be bornĪnd everything looks nice Nothing is unwell But once the fruit of god Forever live in hell And once you choose a side There’s nothing left to win And once a lover dies You never love againĪs I look out you're warning me, your thoughts devour my point of view (Give you up now) It’s true I cower when I will speak, so let's get round to why Once I was alive Breathing in the air Now the more I lie The less I lose my hair Now the road is wide Now the people stare Waiting open eyed For once a meaning thereįor one can see the light Underneath the bed For months there at a time Believing every thread And months would flutter by And fears would all have fled And it’ll all be fine At least that’s what you said. Once I was a man Stronger than the shelf Once there was a plan But one can never tell Once a mother’s gone The children raise themselves Most importantly they were a lot of fun to make and hopefully they can bring people some joy. These records were cathartic, in the way that sometimes leaves you more confused than before, but in a good way. It's hard to explain, the process has felt like a crazy, two year long, psychedelic therapy session for 5. Now it’s finished and it feels like everything has changed since those months in the forest. Personalities, egos, morals and all the clouds that enshroud them. Day and night also gave us a very exciting canvas to play with the idea of ‘self’. A backdrop for all the love that happens as the earth keeps turning, all the fear, the liberation and the repetition, the hope and the disillusionment. It became a backdrop for us to explore each other's personal experiences, together. The rapid smoky cycles that rocket a city towards ever-increasing productivity. The complex simplicity we experienced as we watched the Australian nature ebb and flow with the sun and the moon. The day and night set the scene for us throughout the process.
Just before we went back to Berlin, we heard the first news of a new virus that seemed small and far away. Together we buried the dead kangaroo that had washed up in the flood and we learnt to live with the house spiders and the balcony snake. Weeks later the storms came and our little garden stream almost engulfed the house. 2020 had just begun, Australia was burning and we hoped the bushfires wouldn’t spread East to our spot.
We rented a house and started writing out in the forest.