Another home recording/demo.
Drag yourself round the corner when I can't reach out for folded arms
Outside there's music bleeding from a crescent bar made of locks and bones
We watched a fight outbreaking, and all the kids they were watching on
Then all the vans turned up wailing, and everyone just sat down on the kerb
And it was real, more real than I could know
A lifetime long ago that pulls on the sleeve like the weight and the warp of the timbers in the house
The season is slowly turning and all the changes are bedding in
But still the worms keep going while time is marching the timbers in
Someday I might come and find you (with shaky hands and my weakening frame)
I may not recognise you, as is the way when we rest on a name.
But you'd be real, more real than I could know
A lifetime long ago that pulls on the sleeve like the weight and the warp of the timbers in my house
And they will not stand up.
released March 22, 2017
Jo Gillot wrote, played and recorded everything (vox, guitar, strings) on the track.
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