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This is the last song on the album. And like all things it circles back on itself and ends up at the start.
Well, not all things, but it sounded good when I started writing it.

But what I mean to say is that this song in particular does that.
After all the pomp and considerations of the album it asks ‘How’d you ever know when when the work is finished?’  (YES! I did just quote my own lyric)

I found a tape recording my dad had made of me and him spending time together as a small kid (about 4 yrs old I guess). He’s give-or-take my age on the tape, and at the time I made the song I was about to become a father also.
It’s eerie listening to him speak, not just because he’s been dead for 14 years, but because our adult voices are so similar. When he asks my child self ‘Well done, that’s pretty good, anything else you’d like to say?‘ I reply in the song 31 years later, and it feels I’m talking to myself. At the very end of the song, and album, I ask myself the same question, and it’s become hard to tell the difference between his or my voice.

My dad was a talented master craftsman (carpenter & joiner), a keen fisherman (fishing instructor), lithographic retoucher (colour specialist), British Rail worker (flag waver), but ultimately quite anxious and too trapped inside his own world. He very much liked his own company. A strange man, and I think I understand him better when he’s dead.

In conclusion, considering the deaths of friends brings me back to think of losing my dad and my fears about my own life, especially with new son limbering up next in the relay race.

Hang on, isn’t this all a bit self-regarding?
= Yes, it is. You’re on the ball today, beef fists.

That Ba Ba Black Sheep part is just irritating.
= Fortunately, all your insane opinions are just as valid as the next man’s.
Which I love you for – (where in fact I can’t stand you)

Yes it’s self-regarding, yes it’s an annoying child singing Ba Ba Black Sheep. But, I consider myself (and you must too) and none other when making these things. It makes PERFECT SENSE.
We could sit about all day, curled finger resting on chin, debating the merits/awfulness of this approach but I’ve no interest (and neither should you).

(Thanks, but no thanks).

I go to the shops to buy milk,,,there you are! I go to the pub...oh, you’re back again. I close the front door…you all disappear beautifully from view and mind. I question intensely (very briefly, of course) your existence at all. I honestly think you could be a figment of my bovine imagination. The postman always gets my ‘it’s a miracle!‘ face, as I open the door and see him standing there.

THAT’S IT
No one contact me ever again. PLEASE. I’ve had a special cupboard built. I have the necessary supplies.
I’m quite sick of you all.

I need to get some work done.

but HOW TO WORK?

How To Work

I will do some work
Wherever the work will go, it will take me
Wherever the work will go, it will show me
It’s fine to leave it all out on the table but strictly speaking it’s not for me to say
Wherever the work will go, it will take me
Wherever the work will go, it will show me
I will do some work
Wherever the work will go, it will take me
Wherever the work will go, it will show me
It’s true I don’t always know how to begin but I am here already so I’ve begun already
Wherever the work will go, it will take me
Wherever the work will go, it will show me
Mathew: sings Ba Ba Black Sheep, recorded by father
Father: Well done, that’s pretty good, anything else you’d like to say?
How’d you ever know when the pictures finished, or when the work is finished?
How’d you know? How would you know?
Wherever the work will go, it will take me
Wherever the work will go, it will show me
Mathew: Well done, that’s pretty good, anything else you’d like to say?

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