Longrows was the beginning, the first song we wrote for TMP. When Bop sent me the lyric it was just a lark to write music for it. I thought he really captured Pink Floyd's lyric style, so I responded with Pink Floyd-styled music. I thought at the time I was writing a song for the Floyd Boys to learn, so I tailored it to our style. Our two Pink Floyd songs were Time and Comfortably Numb, so Longrows was written as a parody of Time that morphed into a Comfortably Numb styled guitar solo. I knew the easiest way to teach it to the band was to make a demo, so I spent several weeks working on one. My studio was still pretty new, so I took this opportunity to give it a real workout. I had a lot of fun, and was very pleased with the result, which I finished in March of 1998. Alas, the Floyd Boys never learned the song.

I do wish I had put a little more thought into the drum parts. They were basically stolen from Nick Mason's parts on Time, but I wish I had added some fills, especially in the opening farm animal montage. One of those "pigs" in the montage is actually Bop, a sample I took from the "Cow Tape."

Longrows

go on...go on... now
They pushed a little dirt with a plow.
Tomorrow they'll find what you find now.
There's always a hog but rarely a sow
on the pigshit and dirt they sift past their plow.

It's a row ... they hoe....
a row they didn't know
they'd hoe next to the row
by the row that they'd hoe
next to the row they know you hoe.

They knew...yes they....the hue
of the row was blue like the blood
that flooded the floor
of Hugh's huge hood and Cadillac door.
Now, Hugh's just a pig and his sow is a whore

....and she whines....and whines
that Hugh should have stopped
on a dime at the "vacancy" sign
where was dropped....the "no"
that goes by the motelled door rows
all numbered like pigs for slaughter and clothes
and the grocery store shelves
with well-lighted rows of ground up Hugh-guts
that'll pickle one's nose.

In her past she toasted
Hugh's well thought-out dreams
with conditions she listed
on parchment, it seems
it's crackled and crumbled
it's torn and it's broke
and Hugh's just a fumbled old pigskin
poor bloke.....