I loved a girl on the beach in Spain
only we both didn’t know it then
destiny would see to it
was just a matter of when
she had no cares in eighty eight
or whenever it may have been
and nor did I wherever I was
that changed when I had seen
the woman she grew into
before I even knew her name
and from the moment I held her
something inside me changed.
throw a quarter in my tambourine
and I will sing for you
put a dollar in my notebook
and I’ll write a song or two
cause my heart is hungry
and not just for your smile
I gotta keep my soul together
for the next five hundred miles
let the rains come
and wash away the songs of summer
there needs to be September
to remind us of July,
when the long days grew tired
and let themselves
fall into your waiting arms
and have the nights slip by.
steel guitaring echoes
of sadness and defeat
when Patsy gave me sweet dreams
in the heart of lonely street
and the needle always caught her
at the start of cigarettes
no matter how I’d set it right
I never can forget
just how those days are beaten in
and make of that boy the man
I tried to fall far from the tree
to find out who I am
…but…
all these countless heartaches later
when I’m thinking that I’m fine
I realise like old boy Merle
I’m still drinking yesterday’s wine.
Down in your Subtopia
this brutalist dystopia
you can hide yourself among
your village common memories
of a time before no time at all
when all the good men took the call
to run off to a foreign field
looking out for enemies.
new romantic ghosts in two tone silk
tailored words stitched by gilded hands
and in their eyes expectant lovers
see themselves reflected…
…and stand…
to sing blue silver midnights
to the white gold morning sun
when both empty hearts awaken
as if they’d sang as one
and as the neon streetsigns flicker
to drown in the winter daylight rain
one hit wondered one time lovers
see themselves rejected…
…to refrain…
to sing blue silver midnights
to the white gold morning sun
when both empty hearts awaken
as if they’d sang as one
If I could speak upon a breeze
in summer’s lost to time
I’d have the wheat field’s whisper
to you and make you mine
with golden couplets on the wind
and rhymes of weather fair
the warmest songs of mid July
would await you on the air.
I dreamed in sixties colours
dappled light between green leaves
rolling round ochre canyon sides
red poppies caught the breeze
and from the air dripped Memphis blues
afresh from wild guitars
the golden sunset beckoned me
to the morning from afar.
In my dream
we found the lake at sunset
the light like stained glass
behind the whispering trees
in my dream
the shining water’s ripples
refracted upon your skin
and imagination seized
in my dream
the world hummed a bossanova
each note would wet my lips
with the song of our kiss
in my dream
the dance we danced consumed
and with every passioned step
heartbeat’s almost missed
in my dream
we became one after dark
the fresh spring night
our blanket sheets
in my dream
you dreamed me too
so we’d wake to morning’s touch
and make both dreams complete.
in my reverie I draw
a silhouette upon a shore
a hundred years from now
or maybe even more
and wonder what thoughts
dwell in him
are the feelings that he
holds within
akin to mine
and the peace of mind
i’m longing for?
