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Cardigan Bay
03:51
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A sparkle of sunlight on raindrop windows,
A coffee in the morning when everything’s quiet,
A winter rose, and late-bloom lilies,
And footprints in the field - the first day of snow,
And everything’s alright.
A moment of parting, a hard wind.
The final scene in Casablanca -
‘Maybe not tomorrow – but soon’.
The whistle blows, and your team’s winning -
Just waiting for the welcome when you get home.
It’ll be alright -
The saplings will grow up to be strong.
In the moonlight,
The lifeboats return to the shore.
The cavalry came, an ocean blue -
Just travelling through,
And when I wake up, a bluebird’s singing.
Sundays by the river, with nothing to do,
The summer stars, slowly drifting,
Dance to the music of time.
Hey maybe it’s alright -
Tomorrow, a sunrise and a change.
In the moonlight,
The dolphins return to Cardigan Bay.
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Avalon Fields
04:00
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From the back door of the kitchen,
Silver days are slipping by.
Abandoned work, and a hammock swinging
The fading light of summer skies.
Like the chimes on the porch step singing,
I’ll sway in the wind.
On your long list of things to be changed,
I wouldn’t know to begin.
You say I’m moving too slow, I should get up to speed
Then I get something right unintentionally.
You never see it coming -
That’s Mother Nature’s guarantee.
A falling star hits Siberia and
Wipes out all the trees.
Another blast from Mount Tambora, and
It’s out of our hands.
And the sea will not stop when Canute
Gives the royal command.
It hasn’t rained for a month and it’s 30 degrees.
Dark side of the moon, Day 73.
I don’t know what you want, I don’t know what you need,
But we seem to connect telepathically.
I’m far off dreaming -
A king saddles a horse, riding wild and free
Through the Avalon fields to the shimmering sea.
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3. |
San Bernardino
04:41
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San Bernardino
So far from the sea
Is where I’ll be living
If you’re looking for me.
From a motel in the desert,
I’ll drive out to the lakes,
Alone and unforgiven
For ten years of mistakes,
In Riverside County,
They’re ringing time in the bars.
You’ll be welcome to visit -
We can always restart.
On a clear night, if you look up -
There’s light among the stars.
When you reach the edge of nowhere
You remember who you are.
The Colorado River
Cuts right through the land.
And pride runs deep like a poison
In the blood of a man.
But when we were children
In the winter we’d freeze.
What did we hope for?
For what did we dream?
Just wanted to be cared for
In warm security,
Clinging to our little fishing boat
On the Sea of Galilee.
Why can’t a man say he’s wrong?
Wired to mess it up and go alone all along.
We’d sit around talking,
And we used to believe
San Bernardino
Was where we would be.
When we were younger,
We’d always agree -
While we were together,
We’d forever be free.
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Lost Moons London, UK
Lost Moons is a guy called John in London who writes songs, then asks friends with far more talent to help out.
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