Song: Songs From The Shoreline
Year: 2021
Viewed: 48 - Published at: 9 years ago

[i. Victorian Brickwork (2020)]

Call up the boys, call them now
Time to bring them home
They will call if they want to

Fog hampered the search
Lost at sea, lost in the water

He told me many stories of the great ones
Lights might bring them home
Everyday they put the boats out
But not this day

Fog hampered the search
Now great shock diamonds fill the sky
And the deep...

Lost in the low light
And ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide
Low light and ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide, no
Too far south, misplaced in my home town
The Victorian brickwork, weathered but unchanged

Lost in low light and ocean tide
The love you never meant to hide
Low light at the ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide, no

As the waves make toward a distant shore
As the last words are spoken into a rising storm
Falling away

Lost in low lights, and the ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide
Low light and the ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide
You never meant to hide, no

He showed me many places, made me many things
Carry me back home, as if lost on the water
He told me many stories of the great ones
Lights might bring them home
Everyday they put the boats out
But not this day

Now I know who I am
I know what I mean and I know where I came from
From the sea
Lost in low light and ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide
Low light and ocean tides
The love you never meant to hide
You never meant to hide

[ii. Fat Billy Shouts Mine]

Billy died on a beach
When the sky was full of sun
Jumpers for goal posts and sand for grass
A crowd of none
Billy crossed over too many lines
But not this far over

The girls are not the same here

Billy spent all his time in the pubs
Where he drank too much
Billy liked being out on his own
But not the only one
Keeping goal always set him apart
But not this apart

The lanes are not so wide here
Billy died on a beach
When the sky was full of sun
Out of the clear blue sky
An ending over long
Jumpers for goal posts and sand for grass
A crowd of none

( Big Big Train )
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