Last track in volume two... I see this as an end of gig, hopefully uplifting farewell song... and then on to volume three...

DAYS LIKE THESE

take the time off
forget everything 
that ever brought you here…

take your mind off
every little thing that would
Make you disappear 

cos days like these…
They come and go as they please 
and they’ll squeeze and they’ll freeze…

Touch the ground now
There’s something growing there
That cuts through anything

turn around now
there’s always something there
there’s someone standing there
That changes everything…

‘cos days like these
come and go as they please,
and they’ll tease and they’ll please…

creeping in the dark
knowing there’s an ogre by your side…

swimming with your shark
knowing there is nowhere you can hide…

cos days come and go like these…
days come and go as they please and they’ll please and they’ll please…

days like these…
They come and go as they please 
and they’ll squeeze and they’ll freeze…

cos days come and go like these…
days come and go as they please and they’ll please and they’ll please…

turn to sleep now…
every little thing will be clear as day tonight…

And every little thing will be clear as day tonight…

Days Like These

A ginnel is a passageway between red brick terraced houses, specifically in Yorkshire, where I grew up. The ones near where I lived had peculiar sound reflections that always fascinated me when I was little. Macalla is Irish Gaelic for echo, in a nod to my Irish roots…

Days Like These

Ginnel Macalla