lyrics
One day rests against another,
my memory play a different game,
scrambled yet richer as the years roll on,
my written words, will keep me from the pain
Arundel castle,
Buckets of sand,
Ladies with crows feet,
White lightning cans.
Blind cornered turnings,
Old railway track,
Paperboy earnings,
Red Waterproof mac,
Breakfast at franks place,
Behind the old bank,
Victorian benches,
Where lunatics drank.
Dusty old bureau's
Cordoned off tat,
War damaged helmet,
Red Waterproof mac.
Rain splattered faces and chlorine drenched eyes,
Swimming pool memories,
And dinosaur lies, the tales he told me as I fell asleep,
but the memories of us are what I constantly seek.
Comical teachers,
Live animal guy,
Lisping with tales
Of cunning disguise.
Brass rubbing Sunday,
cub scout parade,
Dank smelling town hall,
And flat lemonade.
Grit covered playground,
Hand me down clothes,
Dark wooden floorboards,
Spiritual robes.
Burgundy car seats,
Arthritic hand,
Netted bag marbles,
Buckets of sand.
Glue sniffing trials,
Under the pier,
Making up smiles,
And being sincere.
Gloss ridden beach huts,
sand blasted glass,
Badly laid Tarmac,
freshly cut grass.
Ginger haired blues harpist,
Poorly rolled smoke,
Pubescent laughter,
Pubescent jokes.
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credits
from
Ramble,
released June 25, 2012
All songs written by Steve Thompson AKA Blabbermouth
Vocals and Guitar:
Steve Thompson AKA Blabbermouth
Additional Instruments/Programming:
Ian Faragher
Production and Mixing: Ian Faragher
Mastering: Air Studios
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