Vocals: NATALIE KENDRICK
Lyrics: NATALIE KENDRICK and MIKE McLEOD
Guitars, Keys: MIKE McLEOD
Bass: MIKE and GRAEME McLEOD
Sax: MARCUS HENDERSON
Drums: SEAN O’ROURKE
Mixing: MIKE McLEOD
Mastering: RODNEY MILLS
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I was messing around with a new instrument when my son Graeme asked if he could play bass with me. Twenty minutes later blam – we have the framework for Sweet. Later, in the state of euphoria I always experience while doing the dishes, the melody hit me. It was fairly white-bread until Natalie did her magic.
Also, I had to do a google to make sure that “honeysuckle grows on the vine.” Thankfully yes, it does. But had it not, I wouldn’t have rewritten it. It’s more important for lyrics to flow than to be actual-factual, don’t you think?
The ambient sounds at the beginning and end came from traffic at the corner of Peachtree and Piedmont, and a quick walk-through at the Buckhead Diner. This is a grab for the street-cred we so desperately crave.
The sax solo is the work of Mr. Marcus Henderson (Marshall Tucker...). I believe what you hear was the first take - there were only two. We were sitting in a circle around the mike, and he blows this unbelievable solo. Testify, brother! So I go, “Hand me that thing, let me show you what I would do there.” He actually started to fork over his horn.
We wanted to get some Atlanta Symphony players to do the string figure at the end of the bridge. And I had all these cool string parts in my head to do over the solo. But time and budget being what they were, we did the strings with Proteus. Sometimes I do like to grab a little wand and pretend I’m conducting that section. But the room always starts spinning and I lose all sensation in my limbs…
Sean O’Rourke (Sugarland, Mother’s Finest…), did the drum tracks. He recommended that I add the chunky LesPaul / Marshall guitar in the bridge. This was an historic first - a drummer asking a guitar player to make more noise.
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hey baby...
well it's sweet, like honey
just like honeysuckle grows on the vine
and I'm free, free baby
ain't got nothin left of you on my mind
woke up this morning and I wanted to say
look here baby, it's a beautiful day
for so long, I've waited
like a flower awaits the day
and I love, so freely
noone can ever take that away
woke up this morning and I wanted to say
look here baby, it's a beautiful day
not afraid of growin old
it's a part of the play
but if the truth is bein told
I was running away
runnin from a place
that I don't understand
I ain't runnin no more
'cause I'm taking a stand
took a hard cold sober look
and saw into the light
when the moon looked back at me
at the end of the night
it's another day, just another day
it's a beautiful day...
well it's sweet, like honey
just like honeysuckle grows on the vine
well I'm free, free baby
ain't got nothin left of you on my mind
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