Week 39 – ‘One Last Time’
by Frank Hamilton
I’m writing this in a bit of a daze to be honest. It’s been a rough week.
Right now I’m lying on the couch with a hot water bottle up my shirt, a mug of lemsip in my hand and a golf ball stuck inside my throat.
At this moment in time I don’t really know what’s happening with the song. I spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday bawling my eyes out and then the tonsillitis arrived.
I hope I can find the right words in the next 24 hours or so… and then I hope the Penicillin works quickly enough for me to be able to sing them.
Before I go back to bed I want to say thanks for all your kind words this week. Literally hundreds of emails, messages, comments and tweets. I didn’t quite know what to say and I still don’t… but she’d be well chuffed – always did love the attention…
RIP Jemima – love of my life and best thing in it since 1994. Without you there would be no ‘You, Your Cat & Me’, amongst so many others. Sleep well xxx
Hopefully the song will be up in a day or two. As ever I’ll be posting updates on Twitter.
Finally, look at last weeks blog if you haven’t already – especially the bit about us writing a song together. If you’d like to get involved you can send your ideas/lyrics/titles/monologues to ‘onesongaweek@mail.com’.
Updated – Saturday: 22:21
The last 30 hours or so have been a blur, since the drugs kicked in and I found the energy to pick up a guitar.
I’ve slept for 9 of them and worked and cried my way through the rest. Curtains closed, pouring my absolute heart out and worrying that it’s all just not good enough. What a fucking stereotype!
Here’s the song:
Blurb:
If you’re wondering what all the fuss was about – Jemima was my 8th birthday present. I came home from school, shut my eyes, held out my hands and saw this little bundle of fur staring up at me. Back then I had no idea she’d be such an important part of my life. She’s been there through everything – The one I run to when shit hits the fan. The one I write songs about when I’m single. The one directly responsible for my biggest selling record to date (and all the t-shirts I keep having to pack up and send out).
For most of this week I’ve wished I wasn’t a songwriter doing one song a week. When your work is your life and your life falls apart there’s no escape.
Still, part of me thinks it’s a good thing. I know myself pretty well and that’s why I made the decision (hardly a conscious one, dosed up on Lemsip and Penicillin) to ‘go there’ – in order to come out the other side and feel a little bit more philosophical about the whole thing.
I can’t say it’s worked yet… but give it time.
Favourite Lyric:
I Miss You x
An eloquent and moving tribute. Hugs.
this is beautiful. I’m sorry for you loss xxx
*your
sorry for your loss 😦
❤
Hope it gets easier mate. Great song x
Rip jemima, great song xxxxx
Close to tears. Utterly beautiful.
What a beautiful song, one of your best by far.