Dull rice,
Dull stairs,
Dull pillow.
Get up.
Walking around Bethnal Green again
In the rain.
Three streetlight shadows.
Roman Road.
Past Victoria Park
Where just before dark I had cut myself
On Für Alina.
I move some boxes off my bed.
There’s a letter beneath that I haven’t read,
It says “Dear David…”
And from a clear ocean
I was taken up
To a tremoring crest
So high above
Where I wait for the break and the deathly fall
But the break don’t come
There is no shore.
The wave rolls on.
Two years later
Life’s not so tough.
The sound of the key in the door means love
On both sides now.
But the water, it’s been ebbing away.
The waves they don’t come by so much these days
And I miss them.
I miss the magnificent views,
The gold haze caught in the air by the bruised
Sun going down.
So I say to the ocean
Oh take me up
To that tremoring crest
So high above
Where I know there’s no break and no deathly fall
Now I see it come
But I can’t catch it.
The wave rolls on.
I beat the gold
So aery thin
But I want it back
I would lose you again
Before I would lose
The sense that you’ve gone
In sentiment
And aery song
Oh you had to go
To show me how
To ride this wave
Oh I see it now
But I beat the gold
So aery thin
I want it back
I would lose you again
The latest release from Rick Tomlinson (Voice of the Seven Thunders/Woods) - newly available as a download and another ltd ed LP on the way too.... Red River Dialect
The latest from UK artist MF Tomlinson sets sharp lyrics amidst a backdrop of acoustic guitar, lush keys, and soft percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 12, 2021