Last Drop

1992

Programme notes

One of the early songs written for Analecta, coming out on the first CD, What You Hear Is Where You Are. We thought it’d be a good idea to start the record with a song where someone dies. A bit like a cheap thriller. But in this case, it was about Socrates’ last hour in his prison cell. He tells his followers why, like Confucius and Jesus, he never bothered writing anything down.

Lyrics

No use for dictation.
Save your ink; try not to think.
No use for intimidation.
I dropped that armour when I found the kink:
Some things, well, you can only show them,
your frame of mind is a picture cropped.
Forget the case, my mind is on erase.
I feel good to the last drop.
Last drop, last drop.

I’ve given you questions; don’t give me all of the above.
We nailed down reason but forgot about love.
Who are we missing? Who’s not here today?
Just when I figured out what its about I find it hard to say:
Some things, well, you can only show them,
your frame of mind is a picture cropped.
Forget the case, my mind is on erase.
I feel good to the last drop.
Last drop, last drop.