Great to hear the fire in your soul still burns strong. Really like this Simon.

hey folks/M stroked/cool singN song/all gold

Love the energy and vitality of this Si. :) A real toe-tapper.

Had to put it somewhere ty for finding :)much love squidger xx

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Quick track on a rainy Perthshire night, would have much rather been outside playing but hey ho.

i don't care if your offended

this is about missing a certain someone :/ <3
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10:21

when the oaks go gold

Another song written for my "Clutha Project" - songs reflecting my memories of, and association with, places on the River Clyde. This one relates to a tiny peninsula known as Ardmore Point. It's a place well used by dog walkers, as the footpath down to the shore would attest from the volume of dog poo to be found on route (hence the title) and I used to go there with my parents to walk their dogs. Plenty of others also go there without dogs though, perhaps for the fresh air, the wealth of wild nature there, or just the beautiful solitude to rest their minds. I would often see lone persons down there, sitting as still as the rocks on the beach, staring out to sea with a beer tin or a bottle of something stronger by their side. You get some great sunsets from the beach there and, for some of the people going there, maybe those sunsets would be the only good thing they had to look forward to.

I asked Mark J Bennett to do a collab with me on this and he not only patiently provided all the excellent vocals but provided the artwork too, so deep thanks to him for all of that.

DOG POO ALLEY

Dog poo and plastic bags
Broken bottles and burnt out fags
Under the green forgiving trees
Plastic ropes and old beer cans
Forgotten barbeques in the sand
Last week’s newspapers blowing in the breeze

The tide comes in and the tide goes out
The waste of man is all about
Among the rocks down by the seaweed shore
The people come, the people go
But trees remain and flowers still grow
Across the marshy woodland floor

ch#
It’s a place for solo dog-walkers
It’s a place to come and think
It’s a place for seals and seagulls
It’s a place for some to drink
Alone

Moss and lichen, weathered stones
Suntan bottles like old bleached bones
Of things that died a long, long time ago
A welly boot, an old oil can
Embedded in the glistening sand
Who knows what else might lie below?

Mussel shells and sea-worn glass
Bits of wood from ships long past
Oyster Catchers rambling on the shore
Curlews call and seagulls cry
Harebells nod as the breeze blows by
So beautiful but still ignored.

Ch#

The Sugar Ship lies in the sea
Half submerged, it’s just like me
We’re both going nowhere anymore
Sitting on this driftwood log
I watch an old man and his dog
Standing silent on the windswept shore

They’re waiting for that sunset
That golden glowing flowing sunset
The one that makes the whole long day worthwhile
Walking here between the trees
I’m free come or go as I please
If I come with a frown I’ll leave here with a smile.

Ch# FIN

©enlimila 23/10/2020

when the oaks go gold

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