Will We Talk?

69- Listen

When Sam told me that he was going on tour, I was devastated. I just knew that the constant stream of work that came with touring would get too much for him, and he'd stop ringing and texting. So, I decided to plan a potential last date with him a few nights before he was due to leave.

Life was a whirlwind since Yvonne's diagnosis and my few-day hospital trip. I'd started my dancing back up, started driving again, wrote some more music, decided which uni course I was going to take, babysat my godbabies for a week, had sex with Sam, went out with mates, did some wedding planning with Rylee and Fran... work just never stops. And that's what concerned me so much about Sam due to his doubly as demanding job. After loads of digging and encouragement, I'd gotten Sam to agree to go out with me just one last time. I'd planned a lush little night away in the Lakes for the two of us- and it includes a hot tub and a whole load of wine.

Sam had gave me a disc a few days ago with 'HM' scribed in some type of sharpie over it, which I intently listened to upon being given it. Turns out 'HM' is the name of his new album, which I cried to, laughed to, sang to. Those people who walked past my car when I was listening to it must've thought I was a right wanker.

Hypersonic Missiles: the staple piece of art that would dominate the rest of the songs. It was a mixture of emotions. The undercover love element was unnecessarily emotional, making my tears uncalled for. At first, I didn't understand it, but after he explained the whole story behind it to me, I felt quite wowed that he'd think of such a thing. Don't get me wrong, Sam's a smart lad, but I never knew he was bright enough to right a belter like this.

The Borders: a semi-autobiographical set of lyrics that took me by surprise. I knew this song would hit Sam close to home, probably because it hit the spot in me too. This man had a talent that was so underrated, it was confusing. The tune was one that you'd never heard before and it was staggering at how good it was. And his voice? Immaculate.

White Privilege: a tune ahead of its time. He was a bold man this Sam Fender- publishing a song so political yet so true. The lyrics just summed up how fucked our society actually is at the minute.

Dead Boys: an emotional one, hitting almost too close to home. He wrote this with such obvious intent, it was jaw-dropping. With only really two verses, he managed to sum up all the feelings behind a suicide or death and if that isn't sheer talent, I don't what is.

You're Not the Only One: zero words. Astounding. My heart felt that one.

Play God: I think Sam likes a nice political statement. Probably one of my favourites by him, in general. One thing I would've liked in this song, though, was a feature in the music video that was as well-put-together as the song.

That Sound: again- no words. Just wow. Everything about it was mint.

Saturday: hit a bit close to home again. Thanks Sam. It's storyline is so relatable to so many people, and a song like that could just be a reminder for people that they aren't alone in their struggle. Another one of my favourites, I must say.

Will We Talk?: our story. The repetition of my own words that run riot in my mind. The answer to the question, is in fact, yes. Maybe one night stands are underrated?

Two People: fucking hell. It's like he was describing my parents when I was a bairn. Constantly to-ing and fro-ing, keeping me and the twins awake, scaring the absolute shit out of us. The lyric 'children raising children' was a bit too familiar- this being one of the songs that made me hysterical.

Call Me Lover: as if he wrote that at 19. When I was 19, I was having sex with Joseph every night and just not bothering with anything else. Sam's maturity is and was elsewhere.