One of the wonderful things about writing and producing music is that I'm completely free to write whatever I want about whatever I want. One of the wonderful things about listening to music is that you can interpret it any way you want. Although I write these pages about these songs, I often don't like explaining them, because what they mean to me is not necessarily the same as what they'll mean to you. This is a long-winded way of saying "I'm not explaining this one" - it means whatever you want it to mean. It's deeply personal to me and has a great depth of meaning, but it won't mean the same to you, so interpret it however you want, go for it, knock your socks off.
- The Shadow Bransby 3:44
The Shadow
This ship is sinking, this boat’s going down
Rumours of the drinking are spreading round the town
Be careful what you’re thinking, be careful or you’ll drown
Mother Theresa, sainted lady
Take a bow and hush your baby
Suffer the children to come to me
Martyr to your bounden duty
A stained-glass window where your light can shine
A shadow in the pulpit a shadow that was mine
Sundays for religious visions, weekdays only bad decisions
An embarrassment of riches mended with stitches
Mended and made do and made up to please you
Father Assisi, make it easy
I don't want those kids to tease me
Save the excuses for later on
Just a bad mood that went wrong
An unstarched robe, a poisoned chalice
A shadow in the doorway, a shadow that was his
And all these jobs have a cost attached
There is guilt in the shed and I don’t want it back
Mother Theresa, sainted lady
Take a bow and hush your baby
Suffer the children to come to me
Martyr to your bounden duty
A stained-glass window where your light can shine
A shadow in the pulpit a shadow that was mine