A return to a seaside resort brought back images of an event that I'd mainly forgotten with the force of a blow. This folk song is based on a poem I wrote in 1988.
Previous peak charts position #353
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December 15, 2005
Story behind the song
A return to a seaside resort brought back images of an event that I'd mainly forgotten with the force of a blow. This song, based on a poem I wrote in 1988, features an open-tuned (D,G,D,F#,B,D) finger-picked acoustic guitar and single vocal, and was written and recorded on 15th July 2005.
From lighthouse, hovering birds and August sun
Hang the spokes of memory's web, unspun.
Gathering up the ghostly yarns,
I catch butterflies from another time.
She takes me dancing through the foam,
Past fishermen mending nets of their own.
Fleeting, keeping one step ahead
As 'round and 'round the ragged rocks I'm led.
A flashing eye and then sunrise,
On that stony bay;
Sandy hair and salty kiss,
And a love that somehow slipped away.
The squeeze of her hand tears me away
To a new love on an August day;
But the boy left for dead in that ancient place
Now pins me down and slaps my face.