A re-write of a song that I wrote in Tudor Road Easton, Bristol 1998. It was performed many times by Org (band.) Paul Bradburn deserves credit for massively improving the verse chords. (My original ones were a bit dull.)
A Spitfire Ride over the chalk hills,
put your feet up with a pipe in the armchair tree.
Stare for a while from a ledge on the North Downs,
then it's back to Dub's van for a nice cup of tea.
Jump through the snow drifts, over to Guy's farm,
Bluebell Hill, to the Pilgrim's Way.
The drowned world faces shine back the moonlight
and Rag builds a brand as bright as the day.
3 a.m. am I driving slowly?
descend the big hill (for) at least 100 million miles.
Past the Vigo & the bridge, you know they say it's haunted,
Tonight it's just Taff (he) rolls his Mini in the dark.
Homebrewed beer, a gentle breeze & the green light of glow worms,
certain footsteps on the crumbling path.
Light spills from the windows of the farmhouse,
smoky clothes, smoky jokes, what a laugh...
Sit in the haze playing Corinthian,
the outside looks like a breaker's yard.
Riffs & spliffs and acres of bullshit,
nothing's that easy, but then, nothing's that hard.
released November 5, 2015
Lyrics, drum programming, all instruments & mix: S. Robinson Nov 2015.
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