About
Camden Place is among the most exciting music projects in the industry today. The project combines the rich lyrical and compositional talents of prolific Irish songwriter, Seán Silke, and the production, arranging and musical skills of Beardfire Studio (with Rohan Healy at the helm) to deliver a unique and potent sound, full of energy, melody and mood.
The Beardfire Studio producers are David Virgin, Rohan Healy and Al Quiff. Rohan Healy’s recent production work has landed a number of artists with major label deals with the likes of Atlantic Records. David Virgin worked in the past with dance and industrial pioneers SPK, their work inspiring The Prodigy, The Chemical Brothers and Nine Inch Nails. Al Quiff is one of Ireland’s foremost sound engineers and bass and drum session players.
Seán Silke is a prolific composer and musician with over 500 original songs in his back catalogue. Seán’s extensive output also includes material recorded by Weekend Special (the album “In the heart of the castle”), Chris Kabs (the album “Unlucky in Love”), and Ellen Cosgrove (the album “Unexamined Emotions”).
Work with Rachael Akano
Since 2020, Camden Place have been collaborating with talented newcomer, Rachael Akano. 18-year-old Rachael, born in Dublin of Nigerian heritage, is a newcomer to the capital’s vibrant dance, hip hop and RnB scene.
Rachael has a background of performing gospel music in church. By the time she was 8, she was singing in front of hundreds of people. She quickly gained the attention of fans and admirers worldwide through her YouTube and Instagram covers and original material.
Now a firm favourite of Beardfire Studios and much admired by Camden Place, Rachael’s evolving singing style is striking and her interpretative skills are startlingly mature.
The 2022 3-track EP with Camden City features “The one who counted”; “I’ll be home soon”; and “Pause to remember”. A further EP planned for 2023 release is currently at the final mixing stage. The tracks featured are “Melancholy”; “Ships”; and “Way too good to last”.
Work with Stolen City
Stolen City are a Dublin-based three-piece band who pride themselves on their thrilling live shows. Consisting of lead singer Sean McGrath, guitarist David McCabe and drummer Ian Bailey, the band has worked hard since the release of debut EP ‘Stolen City’ in 2017 to make their mark on Ireland’s independent music scene. The 4-track EP with Camden City features “This is what comes of lies”; “You watch”; “The pace of a heartbeat”; and “Haunted”.
Work with Magician’s Assistant
Magician’s Assistant (Dean Doyle) is an ambient electronica producer from Dublin. He enjoys experimenting with multiple genres but is especially attuned to atmospheric minimalism with futuristic beats.
Magician’s Assistant has worked with Camden Place on two tracks – “Will I make it to springtime” (2020) and “A life in photos” (2021). Derry DJ Louise Da Costa created a striking dance remix of “A life in photos” in 2021.
Work with Jade C
Jade C is a pseudonym for an up and coming Dublin singer rated as highly promising by the music press and with significant appearances on national television on her CV.
Originally recorded as demos, Camden Place have worked on three singles with Jade C – “Too much space (2020)”; “It’s a while since I cried” (2020 – featuring Argentinian DJ Beaster); and “Polishing chrome” (2021).
On Release
PAUSE TO REMEMBER
2023
with Camden Place ft Rachael Akano, Stolen City, etc.
(pop/dance/electronica)
A LIFE IN PHOTOS
(Louise DaCosta Remix)
2021
with Camden Place Ft Magician’s Assistant, Gráinne Hunt (dance)
Polishing Chrome
2021
with Camden Place ft Jade C (dance)
Too much space
2020
with Camden Place ft Jade C (dance)
Will I Make it to Springtime?
2020
with Camden Place ft Magician’s Assistant, Gráinne Hunt (electronica)
Videos
Lyrics
“MELANCHOLY” FT RACHAEL AKANO
Sombre boats in harbour / Streets still unexplored
Melancholy feeling / One to which I’m prone
If it has a colour / Call it monochrome, monochrome
Melancholy flavours / Leave a taste upon my tongue
Promise of illusion / We deliver to the young
Moon smiling on the city / Slips behind the clouds
Corner shops are closing / Dogs pass without a sound, without a sound
Melancholy evening / Workers walking home
They kiss the coming darkness / Heads held low
Melancholy taxis / Lost without a fare
In black and white they plough the night / Beneath the listless rain, beneath the rain
Melancholy buildings / Of this ancient town
Speak of former glories / Ambition seldom found
Melancholy feeling / One to which I’m prone
If it has a colour / Call it monochrome, monochrome
Dogs pass the silent doors
Streets lie unexplored
Call it monochrome
Copyright © 2019 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
Orhan Pamuk, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, is obsessed by his native city, Istanbul. In a fascinating documentary he made with the BBC Arena team, he walks the streets of his beloved home and tries to explain the unique appeal of a place so steeped in history and culture, yet which has been in decline in many ways for decades. Pamuk’s book, “Istanbul: Memories and the City”, covers similar ground, interpreting the cultural melancholy which defines Istanbul. My composition, “Melancholy”, communicates a similar atmosphere of beauty and sadness, of fading glories and of sombre taxis ploughing through the night.
“SHIPS” FT RACHAEL AKANO
Looking out to sea
I stare with longing, ships set sail
They seem to be free
All the men I loved and hurt
Down through the years
I’m paying them back for the years of pain
Someone else caused me
The camera looms, my face a mask
I look debonair
All a pretence, my art conceals
The inner person there
Handsome but unreachable
A sentry guards my core
Lost my soul so long ago
On a rainswept English shore
My restless heartache
Ships all over the world
With hope and destiny
Nations to explore
Adventure over-rated
We seek and do not find
The self we need to know
We leave behind, we leave behind
The camera looms, my face a mask
I look debonair
All a pretence, my art conceals
The inner person there
Handsome but unreachable
A sentry guards my core
Lost my soul so long ago
On a rainswept English shore
My restless heartache
Ships all over the world
With hope and destiny
Nations to explore
Adventure over-rated
We seek and do not find
The self we need to know
We leave behind, we leave behind
Copyright © 2018 Seán Silke / Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
“Ships” was inspired by the documentary “Becoming Cary Grant”. Cary Grant’s real name was Archie Leach and he grew up in Bristol, England. Behind his debonair screen image, he had a humble working class background as well as lasting issues with his mother, who abandoned the family when he was a boy. The actor fought against depression all his life and was unable to sustain relationships (he was married five times). The documentary shows how, at the height of his career, directors like Alfred Hitchcock were able to tap into Grant’s mental and emotional turmoil to create a fascinating on-screen charisma and persona. The song, “Ships”, tries to convey the sadness behind the celebrity veneer.
“THE CHURCH BELLS NEVER STOP RINGING” FT STOLEN CITY
I hear no one singing
The cars are silent / Streets are still
The church bells never stop ringing
We cannot see him / The one who kills
Sorrow he keeps bringing
How long since we two / Last embraced
The church bells never stop ringing
The mood is downcast / All are tired
A new dawn we are willing
Hopes are thin / As night draws in
The church bells never stop ringing
We feel unmoored / And far from shore
Lonely seabirds winging
A cry they raise/ Across the waves
The church bells never stop ringing
The year it turns / As we all yearn
A distant choir is singing
The air is sharp / With winter chill
The church bells never stop ringing
Church bells never stop ringing
Copyright © 2021Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
A Christmas card I issued to friends and relatives in December 2021 was accompanied by a topical poem using the symbol of church bells to signify the hope we clung to during the pandemic. This idea was later developed into a full blown song. As we inch towards the end of 2022, The Church Bells Never Stop Ringing brings a touch of seasonal nostalgia and post-pandemic optimism for the twelve months of 2023.
“PAUSE TO REMEMBER” FT RACHAEL AKANO
Knowing every little thing, nothing to hide
Meeting my glances across the room
The wonder of two hearts beating in tune
I knew each secret patch of his skin
I knew his going out and his coming in
But love that deep – forever it won’t last
Our dreams deceive us but one day pass
Maybe what we have wasn’t meant to last
Over our world an unreal glamour it cast
If we’re lucky, if we’re damn lucky, we get love for a while
Then pause to remember for the rest, for the rest of our lives
Remember we couldn’t believe the desire
The pull of emotion, the fever, the fire
At night together in that shaded room
We drowned in the pleasure, we clung and we swooned
Sighs of joy you breathed, cries of relief
From loving so hard, so tender, so deep
It couldn’t go on, so pure and intense
It couldn’t continue so rich and so dense
Maybe what we have wasn’t meant to last
Over our world an unreal glamour it cast
If we’re lucky, if we’re damn lucky, we get love for a while
Then pause to remember for the rest, for the rest of our lives
Your share of good fortune comes to an end
Only so much bliss angels will send
Relish the ecstasy as long as it lasts
Here comes the agony as things fall apart
Love comes for a season, a night or a day
A week, for a summer, till leaves start to fade
We blazed cross the night sky, I have no regrets
I think of you still, my love, and count myself blessed
Maybe what we have wasn’t meant to last
Over our world an unreal glamour it cast
If we’re lucky, if we’re damn lucky, we get love for a while
Then pause to remember for the rest, for the rest of our lives
Copyright © 2004 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
“Pause to remember” is a love song about the temporary nature of all-consuming love.
Maybe what we have wasn’t meant to last
Over our world an unreal glamour it cast
If we’re lucky, if we’re damn lucky, we get love for a while
Then pause to remember for the rest, for the rest of our lives
“I’LL BE HOME SOON” FT RACHAEL AKANO
I’ll be home soon
And the winter days
The cold cold winds
Will fade away
I’ll be home soon
And the distant longings
The tired hearts, the untouched hands
And you and I will heal again
I’ll be home soon
The empty glamour
Of new found places
And endless skies
Will fade away
And times of absence
The wide wide oceans, the cloud high miles
And you and I will heal again
So don’t walk heavy under the moon
What we have, my love, is still in bloom
Rest your eyes, cherish eternal dreams
The wide wide oceans, the cloud high miles
Will come together, I’ll be home soon
I’ll be home soon
And the winter days
The cold cold winds
Will fade away
I’ll be home soon
And the distant longings
The tired hearts, the untouched hands
And you and I will heal again
So don’t walk heavy under the moon
What we have, my love, is still in bloom
Rest your eyes, cherish eternal dreams
The wide wide oceans, the cloud high miles
Will come together, I’ll be home soon
Copyright © 2014 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
I wrote this song one winter in the romantic and exotic setting of the Andes mountains (as evoked in the second verse). The song was designed to encourage my wife and family that I would, indeed, be home before long.
It is a great autumn/winter song, appealing in particular to emigrants coming home for Christmas. The melody may be a little familiar, as it is adapted partly from “Shenandoah”, a traditional U.S. folk song from the 1800’s.
“YOU WATCH” FT STOLEN CITY
I shivered, I may have grown pale
She wore your perfume, carried your scent
You reappeared in her trail
Took me a moment to realise
Your presence never fades
Nothing can diminish
The monument you made
You will never grow old, though the years and the decades pass
Nights in summer, the way you walked – these images will last
From another space and time the memories prevail
I will take comfort – you watch from the land, from the land of the dead
You watch and it is comforting
Like the listening ear of a friend
May be time to seek a new lover
But our bond will never end
You left but still you stay behind
Like a continental tune
Ready to set my heart abeat
Stepping out from the hotel room
You will never grow old, though the years and the decades pass
Nights in summer, the way you walked – these images will last
From another space and time the memories prevail
I will take comfort – you watch from the land, from the land of the dead
I remember you telling me secrets
As we walked along the strand
“You don’t look at me like other men do
You see me as I am”
And so you were to all your friends
A light so bright and true
A sun that keeps on shining
A strong and haunting moon
You will never grow old, though the years and the decades pass
Nights in summer, the way you walked – these images will last
From another space and time the memories prevail
I will take comfort – you watch from the land, from the land of the dead
Copyright © 2021 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
Beyond Appearances (Au-dela des Apparences) is a six-part television series from France that follows the disappearance of the twin of a famous actress. Long-buried family secrets are revealed. In the Verdet family, roles have been assigned since childhood and must be kept. Manon and Alexandra, twin sisters, are as different as night and day. Manon is a devoted schoolteacher, discreet and quiet. She never left her home village. Her twin sister Alexandra lives in Paris. She is a successful actress but also a narcissist. The day before their 40th birthday, Manon disappears. Was she murdered? Abducted? Or did she run off? The concluding episode is excellent as the full extent of the family dysfunction is revealed and the extent of the mother’s manipulation and control becomes clear.
The song “You Watch” was inspired by the atmosphere of Beyond Appearances. At one point, Alexandra (the self-centred actress) says to the investigating policeman – “There’s something strange about you. .. You don’t look at me like other men do. You see me as me, just the way I am. And I’m not used to it ..” I took this idea, redefined it as “You Watch”, and then widened out the theme so that it becomes a lament for a very good person who has passed on and is now remembered intensely.
“THE ONE WHO COUNTED” FT RACHAEL AKANO
Like a fool I let him get away
I turned my back, turned my back on a miracle
There it is – my big mistake
Spent a night, one night with a stranger
Someone born, born to be my king
He was the one, the one who counted
Should have been my everything
He was the one, the one who counted
Like a fool I let him disappear
Oh baby baby – circumstance confused me
Or else I didn’t want to see
So many people don’t want the dream to end
I was blind and settled for a kiss
He was the one, the one who counted
Opened the door to a life of bliss
He was the one, the one who counted
Opened the door to a life of bliss
I spend years with a nobody
Someone who never gets close
He floats along on the surface
Values convention the most
There can be many lovers
But none of them get to stay
He was the one who counted
I let him get away
Yes, I spent years with a nobody
Holding still so that I could survive
See my face – I put a price on happiness
Serve my sentence and not a life
I was the one, the one he loved kissing
I never worked out how I should respond
He was the one, the one who counted
And me? I didn’t understand
He was the one, oh yes he was the one
And me? I didn’t understand
Copyright © 2020 Seán Silke / Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
The theme of the song was inspired by an idea in the film, “The Midwife”, the tale of two older women of very different temperaments. Claire is detached and sober, a creature of routine. Beatrice is a free spirit, spontaneous and even reckless. Beatrice is dying of cancer yet is irrepressible. Claire is burdened by circumstance and doesn’t really know how to live.
Speaking about a former lover, Beatrice says: He was the only one who counted. Claire asks her: And what about all the others? Beatrice replies: You can spend years with a man who will always be a stranger and a single night with one you’ll remember your whole life.
“POLISHING CHROME” FT JADE C
The window gives no relief
Streets are cold and gray
Sun seems to hide its light
Summer so far away
Once more she’s on her own
Working the midnight shift
Dreaming of a better life
Right now she feels adrift
How come she said goodbye
To all that she held so dear
Mopping floors and polishing chrome
Eating away the years
INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
This job is just for now
No sign she’s gonna leave
She’s one who stands in line
Doesn’t make much from tips
Going back home in June
Longing to feel the sun
Renew her body, re-charge her heart
Learn to have faith again
How come she said goodbye
To all that she held so dear
Mopping floors and polishing chrome
Eating away the years
INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
She feels the pull of home
Fascination of the past
Tide is on the turn
Future is fading fast
Meanwhile another land
Where the sun never hides its light
People speak in a different tongue
With words so warm and bright
How come she said goodbye
To all that she held so dear
Mopping floors and polishing chrome
Eating away the years
INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
Copyright © 2020 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
I have always had a fondness for downmarket restaurants, including a memorable first date in Forte’s of O’Connell Street many moons ago. A favourite for years was the Bistro sit-in chipper on the South Circular Road near Leonard’s Corner, home of a fantastic bacon, sausage and chips option and much loved by taxi drivers (especially those working for VIP Taxis). When it re-opened following renovations, the Bistro was under new management and the seating facilities had been gutted. The food wasn’t remotely as good, either.
My current top choice (aside from the Embassy Grill in Ballsbridge) is Eddie Rocket’s of Rathmines – great staff, fast service, a top class burger. Although Eddie Rockets is a franchise and you should receive identical quality in all of their outlets, the fast food connoisseur will detect quality differences!
All this is by way of a long-winded introduction to my song, “Polishing chrome”, which pays tribute to the predominantly immigrant staff who work in the fast food industry. It is a hard life with long hours, thin tips and a very modest wage. Yet the staff are invariably cheerful, and carry warm dreams of home in their hearts as they go about their work. In Eddie Rocket’s, when not serving customers, the staff are constantly cleaning, which explains the title of the song.
“THIS IS WHAT COMES OF LIES” FT STOLEN CITY
Keeping the pain undercover / This is what comes, this is what comes of lies
You did your best, so you tell me / Thousands might disagree
Grief harboured deep inside me / Poison running through my dreams
Keep closing down the discussion / Now’s not the time for debate
Solve the immediate issue / Under an almighty rage
Always the easier option / The haven of silence
Keeping the pain undercover / This is what comes of lies
Sick of conceding the moment / Weary of holding my tongue
Mad at the consequences / Clouds cover over the sun
Never the right time for anger / Gotta hold back and defer
Witness a lifetime of grudges / Knowing the breaks weren’t fair
Always the easier option / The haven of silence
Keeping the pain undercover / This is what comes, this is what comes of lies
Copyright © 2021 Seán Silke / Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
“A LIFE IN PHOTOS” FT MAGICIAN'S ASSISTANT AND GRÁINNE HUNT
She did what she had to do
Chasing the past / Hunting a dream long over
Sits in a prison cell / Search at an end
Reviewing a life in photos
Some black and white photographs
Yellow with age / A boy stands on the sand
Looks at the camera / Sunny yet blank
A stranger holding his hand
It didn’t end happily
Nothing worked out / Couldn’t retrieve what they stole
He turns to his innocent bride
Future unthreatened, future untold
Could such desperation
Touch you or me / Till we were going under
Who knows what has she gained / A desolate cell
Reviewing a life in photos
Now he’s so confident
Healthy and true / Vibrant with hope
She cannot recover / The sacrificed years
Reviewing a life in photos
It didn’t end happily
Nothing worked out / Couldn’t retrieve what they stole
He turns to his innocent bride
Future unthreatened, future untold
Flips through the images
Each one a blow / With each one her heart turns over
Sits at a table / Walls closing in
Reviewing a life in photos
Copyright © 2017 Seán Silke / Rohan Healy / Dean Doyle. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
Inspired by a scene in television series, “The Tunnel-Vengeance”. Lana Khasanovic has spent a decade looking for her missing son, presumably trafficked from Bosnia. The plot is extremely improbable, requiring genius-level planning and execution by her youthful accomplice, Anton. But the standard of acting throughout is terrific, and a scene near the end where Lana goes through a small collection of photographs documenting her son’s contented life (as an adored adopted son) is memorable.
“IT'S A WHILE SINCE I CRIED” BY BEASTER FT JADE C
I keep myself contained
Try to control
The fury, the rage
The all-consuming sadness
That leaks everywhere
The feeling of solitude
The burden of shame
It’s a while since I cried
In the dark of my room
I cannot believe you
You say time heals all wounds
Not all boats are lifted
On the rising tide
I keep it all hidden
It’s a while since I cried
It’s a while since I cried
Dogs cry out in the night
The moon full yet silent
How come I still survive?
I cry for lost children
And wrongs unavenged
I pack up my grievances
All emotion spent
It’s a while since I cried
But I’m not coping well
I find no comfort
In the emptiness of space
It’s quiet, I listen
Cars pass in the night
Recalling lost love
It’s a while since I cried
It’s quiet, I listen / Cars pass in the night
Recalling lost love / It’s a while since I cried
Not all boats are lifted / On the rising tide
I keep it all hidden / It’s a while since I cried
Copyright © 2019 Matias Barroso/ Seán Silke/ Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
I am a great fan of the Belgian detective series, “Professor T” (three series of which are available on All 4, part of the Channel 4 “Walter Presents” platform). In the first series, there is a very poignant storyline where one of the senior detective staff has taken to the drink, coping badly with the death of his daughter in a road accident. There is also the ongoing issue of difficult relations between Christina, the police boss, and Professor T, the criminologist from the local university who provides a consultancy service to the police. A romance which ended badly between Professor T and Christina is creating ongoing reverberations. At one point, some says “Time heals all wounds, doesn’t it?” which, of course, is completely untrue in both these situations. My latest song, “It’s a while since I cried”, reflects these on these sad and tricky life emotions.
“WILL I MAKE IT TO SPRINGTIME?” FT MAGICIAN'S ASSISTANT AND GRÁINNE HUNT
Will I make it to springtime?
I want to live some more
Is it that hope fails me
And there’s nowhere else to go?
Do I have much else to say,
Something I need to pass on?
Or am I afraid of silence,
Of a night which has no dawn?
Will I make it to springtime?
I picture a solemn hall
Where people speak in soft voices
Paying tribute to one who has gone
I give no thought to the endgame
Refuse to plan in time
When really the words are not for me
But for those we leave behind
Will I make it to springtime?
I value each extra day
Sun creeps into the bedroom
Contented I turn the page
Turn the page
Turn the page
Copyright © 2020 Dean Doyle/ Seán Silke/ Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
This single deals with our sense of time and life slipping away, a feeling obviously accentuated by the pandemic. The melancholy quality of the melody matches the anxiousness of the lyrics, while at the same time creating a soothing mood. Towards the end, the song tries to reach out and touch the delicate hope we are all trying to keep intact.
“THE PACE OF A HEARTBEAT” FT STOLEN CITY
And now I catch my breath, look out at the street
The band is playing on / At the pace of a heartbeat
Everything passes and everything breaks
Night time tells me there’s a lot at stake
In the margins, I’m preoccupied
Weary of always feeling so tired
Think I’m regrouping, still trying to trace
A life that’s scattered, a song without shape
I wanna flourish from a seed to a flower
Too far gone to regain that power
And now I catch my breath, look out at the street
The band is playing on / At the pace of a heartbeat
No one gets dragged to heaven by the hair
Fashion your choices and make your way there
Still you find me waiting for my luck to change
At the right station but I won’t board the train
The end of the world or it feels that way
Resolve to do better in the field of play
I pick up the pieces, reconstruct the dream
Keep chasing the genie of self-belief
The lights are soothing, the music sweet
The band is playing on / At the pace of a heartbeat
I’m so self-contained, holding everything in
Window slightly open ‘gainst the sun and the rain
I repel all strangers, got no friends that are close
Life’s defences have a way of shutting doors
Tight control a virtue but it’s also a vice
It’s a negative statement – you can only come so far
I wanna flourish from a seed to a flower
Too far gone to regain that power
A higher calling is what I need
The band is playing on /At the pace of a heartbeat
Copyright © 2021 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
“The Pace Of A Heartbeat” is a song about making choices, energising yourself, having self-belief and accepting that we are in charge of our own dreams and need to help them along.
“A higher calling is what I need
The band is playing on /At the pace of a heartbeat”
“TOO MUCH SPACE” FT JADE C
Too much space / Take up too much space
And he can’t breathe
Takes its toll / He’s running low
That’s why he’ll leave
Too much at stake / Give him a break
Cos he can’t breathe
Too much space / Take up too much space
He needs to feel
The weight of your touch / Caresses and such
To meet his needs
A gentle stroke / A face so close
So he can breathe
The petals close / The darkness knows
It’s time for sleep
In your heart you know / Don’t fail to show
What he needs
Too much space / Take up too much space
And he can’t breathe
Takes its toll / He’s running low
That’s why he’ll leave
He will take care of you / He knows you through and through
He holds you oh so tight / He can’t keep up the fight
Can you take off his shoes / And help him to renew
It is an endless road / As love and life unfold
Too much space / Take up too much space
And he can’t breathe
Takes its toll / He’s running low
He needs to feel
The weight of your touch / Caresses and such
To meet his needs
A gentle stroke / A face so close
So he can breathe
The petals close / The darkness knows
It’s time for sleep
In your heart you know / Don’t fail to show
What he needs
Too much space / Take up too much space
And he can’t breathe
Takes its toll / He’s running low
He needs to feel
Copyright © 2018 Seán Silke/Rohan Healy. All rights reserved.
Background to the song (by Seán Silke):
You don’t often come across advice songs (where one friend advises another about her love life). “Too much space” is a dance track which falls into this category.
A girl gives counsel to her friend who is killing a relationship by being too demanding and in his face. It’s a kind of claustrophobia. The loved one wants to take care of her but he needs to be looked after as well. The friend suggests that less intensity is required, a gentler love. It’s quite a deep theme for a dance song but I think it works.
Some of these ideas were inspired by the Danish tv series, “Dicte – Crime Reporter”. The plot lines aren’t great but the characters are interesting. There is Torsten, the stay-at-home dad, and his workaholic wife, Anne, whose lack of commitment to her family threatens the marriage. Torsten tends admirably to his wife’s emotional needs but is beginning to run out of steam. There is also the on-off relationship between Dicte and her traumatised partner, Bo, recovering badly from a hostage situation in Lebanon while on a news assignment. Dicte’s daughter, Rose, is another conflicted character, not to mention Nina, a police investigator coping with a bullying boss.
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