NOTES & LYRICS:


I want to add here that the music was very much inspired by how Richard himself heard the song in his head. I'll explain. Richard had the lyric and wanted to give instructions as to the right feel. He entrusted it to a recording, excusing for not being a singer. When I heard the mp3 he had sent me, I noticed to my great surprise that Richard's voice resembled mine a lot. That was an peculiar experience. I felt an immediate connection that went deeper than the love of his great lyrics (and especially the wonderful songs he wrote with singer-songwriter Nash, which were my first acquaintance with Rittmo'). As he already had warned for, he had his own very special way to sing, as in... completely out of tune, which made it hard for me to decrypt the melody that he actually had in mind. I asked him if I could have my way with it, and he insisted I did. So I listened to his 12 minute 48 seconds mp3 several times, then went to the piano, recorded a take in my own intuitive working style, listened to my take, wasn't happy with it, relistened to Richard's recording, and so on. I kept the fourth version, accepting the fact that I too sang out of tune here and there. So to be fair, even when I turned his first inconsistent ideas into a song, he should be mentioned as my cowriter. I insist. He cannot refuse now. :)

His feedback, which really moved me: "WOW ROEL!!! By all means, my vocal melody was nothing more than a non musicians timing device, I fully suspected, and hoped you would take that to a higher level, which of course you did!!! It's odd to have written the words and to be so taken in by them, that I thought at one point I was going to cry; Roel you did Too Much proud!!! Thanks rittmo' "

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Music and Vocal Roel Van Veldt
words rittmo'
Copyright 2012

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LYRICS

Too Much

though you may never know it
I massage your feet and toes
every chance I get, it's the least I could do
to pay homage to the love we knew

it's all about the little gestures
the comfort, the extra measures
that allow me to bathe in the pleasure
to pay homage to the love we knew

too much too much
fingers that never grew tired
too much, too much
the fire beneath every touch

there's a sadness when love wains
secumbs to the the obvious pain
of staying so high above the ground
as with all flight, what goes up, must come down

though you may never know it
I massage your feet and toes
every chance I get, it's the least I could do
to pay homage to the love we knew

there's a streetlamp on lovers lane
shines on a tree, where we carved out names

too much too much
fingers that never grew tired
too much, too much
the fire beneath every touch

rittmo'