Crowded House — Fingers of Love Alternative Studio Take

… for you to find me. There is time yet, for you to find me… Okay. Maybe we should go one day… How was it? Maybe we should put one ‘dance’ here. Come on and have a listen. Everybody’s part seems to work, apart from Mark Mark, you’re the most important part in this, ‘cause you’re keeping the momentum to the early electric midrange thing. So I keep it really simple for the moment. I just keep that filled, you know, keep it like at pad sort of thing with, you know, dynamics, wells and stuff. Rather than a sort of ambient sort of thing I do… Should we put down there than? I couldn’t… do us a favour, would ya? Thanks mate One, two. Hang on, hang on. Two, three. One two… Hang on a sec… Rolling. A one, two, three, four… Can you imagine that, an itch too sensitive to scratch. The light that falls through the cracks An insect too delicate to catch I hear the endless murmur. Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze. And the sound that comes to carry me. Across the land and over the sea And I can't look up. Fingers of love move down And I can't look up. Fingers of love move everywhere Any colour is time yet. (Keep it up) You define me. (And go from this forward up.) Colour is its own reward. Colour is its own reward The chiming of a perfect chord. Let's go jumping overboard. Into waves of joy and clarity. Your hands come out to rescue me. And I'm playing in the shallow water. Laughing while the mad dog sleeps And I can't look up. Fingers of love move down And I can’t look back. Fingers of love move everywhere. There is time yet, for you to find me Fingers of love move down. I can't be held. Fingers of love move everywhere And there is time yet. You define me Oh question listen to that Archie, that was quite good Come in and get a perspective… Well pull up, there was something here actually… Pretty sure. It isn’t necessarily messy