Nashvi… Read Full Bio ↴Catching Up With David Mead (In Four Scenes and Three Cities)
Nashville, TN, mid-1990s. . . After bouncing around the club scene in a few bands, David Mead takes the leap as a solo artist. A copper-topped kid with a tender heart and wicked sense of humor, he has one unfailing secret weapon - the kind of singing voice that can stop drunks in mid-drink and A & R guys in mid-schmooze. “A soaring but unshowy falsetto,” says Uncut. “Honeyed and compelling,” adds Entertainment Weekly.
New York City, NY, early-2000s. . . Mead signs a major label deal with RCA, former home to Elvis Presley and David Bowie. Aspiring to similar career longevity and variety, Mead locks in for a steady climb. Honing a songwriting gift that improbably takes in Broadway, Beatles, Prog and New Wave then ups the ante to something all his own, he releases a pair of critically-acclaimed records, The Luxury Of Time and Mine and Yours. “Infectious melodies,” says The Guardian. “A major tunesmith,” affirms MOJO.
Middle Of Nowhere, Indiana, mid-2000s. . . Mead tours from town to town, meeting crowds sparse or sold-out with equal gusto, leaving true believers in his wake. When he’s not on the road, he’s writing, recording (Indiana, Wherever You Are, Tangerine, Almost and Always) and lending songs to screens big (The Sweetest Thing, Boys and Girls) and small (Ed, Private Practice). He’s making loads of fans and friends. Some of them in high places. John Mayer says, “David Mead is one of my favorite singer-songwriters.” Taylor Swift tweets, “I can’t get David Mead’s ‘Nashville’ out of my head.” Joe Jackson, Fountains Of Wayne, Shelby Lynne, Ron Sexsmith all feel it too, enough to invite Mead to share stages and tours.
Nashville, 2011 . . . . 253 of Mead’s most-dedicated fans rally around his Kickstarter campaign to raise over $20K to
fund his new record Dudes. The yield on the investment? Pure pleasure, with humor, mystery, emotional wallop and dudes of all ages lurking behind a hundred unforgettable hooks. “There is no easy way for me to express the gratitude I feel for all the generous support,” Mead
says, “except to try to back it up with what I feel might be my best album to date.”
Comfort
David Mead Lyrics
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Baby what's become of us
A latent memory of Southern springs and summers
Maybe winter in New York
It's started raining now on all my best intentions
I'm putting on my heavy coat
I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned
When I was given to easy answers
I swept you off your feet
But now the dancing days are gone
You sleep alone, leave the radio on
I'm high above it now, the clouds a pillow for me
I consider even more
You have the softest eyes, the ways to wash and comfort
All the kids on Jersey shore
And I believe in easy answers
Coming home for Christmas
Minding manners all along
I sleep alone, leave the radio on
Yes I believe in easy answers
Something permanent
But only chances make a song
We sleep alone, leave the radio on
We sleep alone, leave the radio on
The lyrics to David Mead's song "Comfort" explore a couple who have lost their way in their relationship. They are reminiscing about the past and how things used to be easy and carefree - like summers in the South or winters in New York. However, now they find themselves talking trash to each other like "long sedated lovers" who have run out of things to say. The singer of the song acknowledges that he's the one to blame for the breakdown of their relationship because he used to rely on easy answers and sweeping his partner off her feet, but those dancing days are gone.
The song continues with the singer contemplating running away from their problems and taking an airplane to escape reality. He acknowledges that he believes in easy answers and wants something permanent like coming home for Christmas, but knows that only chances make a song. Ultimately, they both sleep alone and leave the radio on as a comfort.
Line by Line Meaning
We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers
We are bickering again like a couple that has been numbed by their own fights
Baby what's become of us
I am asking you what has happened to our relationship
A latent memory of Southern springs and summers
Maybe winter in New York
I remember the warm seasons of our past, but now we are facing the coldness of our present
It's started raining now on all my best intentions
My well-intentioned plans for fixing things are now being thwarted by unforeseen obstacles
I'm putting on my heavy coat
I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned
Blame it on a lack of time
I am avoiding the tough conversations and running away from the problems, using the excuse of not having enough time
When I was given to easy answers
I swept you off your feet
But now the dancing days are gone
You sleep alone, leave the radio on
In the past, I was able to easily charm you with smooth words, but now we are distant and disconnected
I'm high above it now, the clouds a pillow for me
I consider even more
You have the softest eyes, the ways to wash and comfort
All the kids on Jersey shore
As I fly away, I am thinking about you and your caring nature that comforts everyone around you, even strangers
And I believe in easy answers
Coming home for Christmas
Minding manners all along
I sleep alone, leave the radio on
Despite the difficulties we are currently facing, I still hold onto the hope of a simple solution and a happy future, but for now, I am alone and listening to the radio
Yes I believe in easy answers
Something permanent
But only chances make a song
We sleep alone, leave the radio on
We sleep alone, leave the radio on
I still cling to the idea of a forever love found through simple solutions, but acknowledge that true love songs come from taking chances, and regardless of these thoughts, we are still sleeping alone with the radio on
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DAVID MEAD
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