I liked the idea of writing a happy go lucky sounding song that’s really about a fundamental predicament, and not so happy go lucky after all...

remixed Dec '21

WESTERLY WIND

are we so different from the trees on the hill
we feel uprooted but we're standing still...

are we so different from the silt in the sea
We're drifting in a current that we can’t see

We're all drifting in a westerly wind
We're all breathing in a westerly wind
We're all leaning in a westerly 
Westerly wind 

there’s no endeavour 
now or never
known to ever
change the weather
and change things….
ooh, trade winds

there’s no endeavour 
known to ever
Come together
change the weather
and change things….
ooh, trade winds

are we so different from the seeds on the breeze
We’re rising and falling and we’re on our knees

We're all drifting in a westerly wind
We're all breathing in a westerly wind
We're all leaning in a westerly 
Westerly wind 


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there’s no endeavour 
now or never
known to ever
change the weather
and change things….
ooh, trade winds

we’re all chilling in the northerly wind
we’ve all been slaving in the southerly wind
we are all so fearful of the easterly wind
we’re still counting on the westerly
relying on a westerly wind
soon we’ll all be dying for a westerly
yes, we’re all still breathing in a westerly wind
were all still leaning in the westerly wind
yeah, we’re all believing in the westerly wind,
westerly wind…

Westerly Wind

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…

Westerly Wind

Ginnel Macalla