She Gets Out the Scrapbook: The Best of Furniture · 1991 · Survival
How I've Come to Hate the Moon
Written by Sally Still, Jim Irvin, Hamilton Lee
Published by Survival Music / Chrysalis Music / BMG Music
We both know what we're thinking. Our hearts are like the sun that's sinking. It's getting late in the evening, And we know it's time that you were leaving. I'll lie here alone, Thinking of you driving home, And how I've come to hate the moon Your other life is calling. You look distracted now the night is falling. Our precious time is up, I watch you dressing. These days the sunsets they seem so depressing. I'll lie here and say, "Why do you have to go away?" And how I've come to hate the moon. I've come to hate the moon. Every night it takes you far from me, Back to the arms of your family, When I need you here in this room To chase away the moon I could get so mad about you Leaving me to spend the night without you. But I know it wouldn't make a difference So I say "It's okay" when it isn't. I will curse the sky and say: "Why'd you take my love away?" God, how I've come to hate the moon. I've come to hate the moon. Hate the moon When the darkness comes and you have to go. You don't have to go. Please stay. Just this once But you say no.
Commentary
Sally composed the music for this. Her home-made demo inspired Jim to write the words. The song was premiered on the "Food, Sex & Paranoia" tour of 1990 and was a highlight of the set at the Reading Festival of that year, where we debuted as four-piece following Maya's departure. This was our third attempt at recording the song, intended for the album that never happened.
Band commentary — She Gets Out the Scrapbook — 1991 inlay (compiled by Jim, Tim, Hami)