Subsequent Finale
Subsequent Finale Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The screaming, soaring waves of my mind
Are thinking of seagulls by the sea
And then my precious diamond tears
Take me back to the salt-biting wind that blows
Across the white crusted billows
[Verse 2]
Sitting on a bench in the sun
Thoughts pressing so hard on my memory
Then my nervous Nicotine fingertips
Are searching for something I lost once before
Yes, [?]
[Chorus]
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go
[Mandolin Solo]
[Psychedelic Break]
The empty, black shadows of my life
Arе running away from me, see them by
The glistеning, red blood in my veins
Is screaming for freedom, now watch it flow
One last time, here I go
[Outro]
Here I go
Here I go
Here I go
Here I go
Here I go
Here I go
Here I go
[Segue to "So Alone Today"]
About
The 8th track on The Churchills' self-titled debut album. It features a diverse mix of sounds with psychedelic rock, and eastern music, with Haim Romano on the Mandolin.
Guitarist Robb Huxley named his 2nd book after this song, the book documents his experiences as a pioneer in the Israeli rock scene.
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
I wrote Subsequent Finale one night when I was alone at the hotel… The jangly sound and the chord progression really turned me on and I played it over and over again. The words that first came to me were “If you really love me girl won’t you please come on home” but I could get no further than that… over the past few days I had been scribbling down a few lines that had come into my head. I was imagining myself as a junkie sitting on a bench in the sun and thinking about things… Then came the idea of combining some kind of Middle Eastern influence together with what I had come up with, and by the time Stan came in it was as good as finished. While he sat on his bed, rolling a joint on the back of an album cover I played him the song. “Huxley you’re a fucking genius, show me those lyrics”, he exclaimed with delight. He asked me to play it again and he picked up the melody from me. And very soon he had it down and holding the scraps of paper in his hand he interpreted the lyrics in great form. We ended up playing it over and over again until we got tired and finally as the sun was coming up we rolled off to bed.
Robb Huxley, 2012 interview with It’s Psychedelic Baby Magazine
