This copy of "Waves" is a full-color glossy CD in a clear Jewel Case. Main artwork by Rebekah Pascouau and design by Thomas Duerig (me). As of now, I assemble these made-to-order by hand. Because I assembles them myself with love, care and sweaty palms, please allow, in the event I need to make more, up to 3-5 days after ordering for shipment.
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Despite not actually being a Londoner, or British at all for that matter, this song is about a true event that happened while I was vacationing. A black haired woman was being escorted by three Turkish looking men. She was obviously drunk (if not drugged as well) and stumbling along. Twice I saw her try and resist, telling them, "no, I want to go home." They walked around her in a triangle formation so she couldn't get away easily and very pushily insisted that they would "have fun at their place." If that sentence didn't enrage you and/or make you gag with disgust, it should have. I honestly wanted to say something and "stand up" or "do the right thing," but I didn't. I was afraid of how they might react and I thought that if they were terrible enough people to push a woman like that against her will then they might have been capable of really harming me, or even armed. I don't know, though. When I look back on that incident, I wonder that if I had stalled and caused a scene then maybe more people might have shown up, but I was in an empty square in an uneventful part of Croydon around three in the morning and a tourist unfamiliar with the area, so I just looked and did nothing. I didn't even have a phone to call 911 or whatever the emergency equivalent in England is. I do know, though, that for a few seconds she looked right at me, pleadingly, before she was dragged around the block and I'm still ashamed that I didn't step up and try to do something. I rationalize it by telling myself that I'd have been pitting myself against three people who all seemed stronger than me, but not knowing how it might have turned out differently is haunting. Then I imagine how my disappointment with myself can't possibly be matched by the disappointment that woman must have felt with me, and the shame piles on.
lyrics
I saw a woman seized in London.
Three men circled her like animals in the square.
She tried to run away but, drunk and tired,
they snatched her every time
and I watched and I did nothing.
I looked right at her face as she struggled
to make her struggle known. I could feel
her eyes bore into me. They were begging me
to say something, to say anything, but I was
paralyzed and afraid.
I didn't have an ounce of strength.
I am so ashamed.
Is this just the way things are?
What was I supposed to say?
I lived my life and left the country.
Flying home, I slept and read and forgot. In denial,
I sleep at night, not quite knowing
what dreams may come.
I didn't have an ounce of strength.
I am so ashamed.
Is this just the way things are?
What was I supposed to say?
credits
from Waves,
released November 9, 2013
Written and produced by Thomas Duerig.
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