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My head is a museum a hall of memories that never fade

Emotion lies in side like a book of songs no one ever sings

My thoughts are all the same about letting go of all I need

And I feel my history started the day that you met me


You’ve still got my heart so I can’t love anyone else

You still hold on tight and won’t let go

You’ve still got my soul so I can’t walk into the light

But I don’t mind walking alone


Pictures of your face fade a vacant expression of only eyes

So ended your love one day like a best friends who said goodbye

Hope turns into despair I need to give it up start moving on

Choosing a different tune from a different page,

In my book of songs


You’ve still got my heart so I can’t love anyone else

You still hold on tight and won’t let go

You’ve still got my soul so I can’t walk into the light

But I don’t mind walking alone

(Pictures of your face just fade)

(Nuttall)

Originally on : Departure

Year : 2014

Words : Peter Nuttall

Music : Peter Nuttall

Main Instrument : Protools Xpand2

Written in : High Spen

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One of my favourite Fox songs.  The first line I ‘borrowed’ from a Gary Numan song, ‘The image is’ where he sings ‘The head’s not the museum it’s supposed to be’.  It got me thinking about memories and how we process them. Some happy, some sad - some that make us pursue similar great ones and some that make us avoid making the same ones. It is like a museum, one we walk around pointing out things like ‘remember that’ or ‘god, did that really happen’.

The chorus is based on that love we all felt at one time - the unrequited one that still baffles you a little as to why it ended or why that other person just didn’t want you. It feels like you couldn’t possibly love anyone else, ever. There’s another Numan song I’ve borrowed from too, ‘Letters (Face to Face)’. ‘Pictures of my face disappear with time’.  I always took that to mean that once you’ve been apart from someone for a period of time, you just can’t picture what they look like, they kind of transform into a feeling, an emotion.  

– Peter

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