‘The Long Climb’ The worst scars we have live inside our headWorst scars don’t run and hide, they follow us to bedA scar can be a memory of something you didn’t need to sayA scar can be mistaken words you should have chucked away ‘An Enlarged Pic From The Harbour – In The Distance There
Tag: Acoustic Music
For you I’d write a new songMemories of you, they still inspireI’d wrap it up in harmonyGet it delivered by a classical choir For you I’ll set the world on fireAnd given half a chanceWatch you rip the fancy wrappingAnd through the storm clouds watch you dance I walked for miles across the sand dunesThinking
I sent you a letterYou wanted a songThe words didn’t add upYou knew all along You looked back over your shoulderLooked back at the seaWas that for effectOr a last memory? All smiles for the romancersBlack looks for goodIgnoring the needyThe misunderstood You were wearing a blindfoldPut a jigsaw togetherKind of a miracleThough you just
In a sentence on a comment on my blog the romantic, smexy style author Shehanne Moore had written the words ‘Places they had been strangers in’. I really like that line. It tells a hundred stories. Kindly, she told me I could use it. That’s just what I did. If you don’t know her blog
I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings. “The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers
‘Morning Sun on hottest English day’ Nothing matters this side of midnight When fading shadows go chase the moon I hope one day you’ll understand that That day can’t come too soon ‘Empty Bar, Red-hot Day’ I captured visions of the blackness Two dimensions are fine by me Up above hidden stars are restless Until
A Zoolon aside: In 55 BC Julius Caesar and his Roman army turned up in Dover ready to invade Britain. However, Caesar overlooked the cliffs from which the locals were lobbing giant boulders down at him. Thinking to himself, ‘I don’t need this’ and without a Plan B he gave the invasion a miss. Yet
The other day, even though it was silly hot I got up high to the part of the Western Heights where very few people go. This section of the Heights doesn’t overlook the sea, it’s the backside of The White Cliffs and a safe home for the wild things. There’s no call for masks up
The writing was never on the wall It’s got to be epic or nothing at all I heard in the distance a silent call ‘There’s no point in climbing if you can’t take a fall’ Tell that to the dream rescuer Tell that to your beating heart Tell that to the big mouth Who says,
‘Drama’ Most everything we see becomes theatre A wild sea the ocean’s one-night-only stage Up above, storm clouds dancing to the gale’s orchestration And on the shoreline it don’t need any seating to engage An audience of strangers who never bought a ticket This show, the dark clouds have put it on for free Eyes
