Turncoats – A song of the sea

Just added a new track to my “Songs of the Sea” collection. This one is about turncoats on the shores, storms and fights, and endless bloody wars…and stuff.

Available to stream via Soundcloud and to stream and download with Bandcamp. The full marine collection is also available from Bandcamp. The lyrics, as is often the case with my songs, were inspired by my coastal youth but also there are references to a recent trip to the decaying coast of East Anglia where the sun sets and rises again over the sea at this time of year. I wonder, too, whether there is some collective memory of Dunkirk embedded in here somewhere…

Turncoats

Baskets of wild stone to save the land from the seas
What would carry me home? Not the tide nor the breeze
Give her all you take till she brings you to your knees
And the wind will catch your breath brace you for the peace

Fleshing out the rust that decays by the shore
Wonder if I’ll find the way home just a little bit raw
You face the pain, but it turned you pale
Your wounded sigh, You hide behind a veil

Storms and fights and endless bloody wars
Dreams of lights and turncoats on the shores
Screams at night are nothing but a bore
Then you turn away and ask for nothing more

Kicking up the sand by the shore
Picking at the strands a little bit more
But it all unravels when you sail against the wind
I’m a long way looking back, your blame is under my skin

Storms and fights and endless bloody wars
Dreams of lights and turncoats on the shores
Screams at night are nothing but a bore
Then you turn to me and ask for a little more

Storms and fights and endless bloody wars
Dreams of lights and turncoats on the shores
Screams at night are nothing but a bore
Then you turn to me and ask for nothing more

Baskets of wild stone to save the land from the seas
What would carry me home? Not the tide nor the breeze
Give her all you take and she’ll bring you to your knees
And the wind will catch your breath brace you for the peace

Storms and fights and endless bloody wars
Dreams of lights and turncoats on the shores
Screams at night are nothing but a bore
Then you turn away, then you turn away, then you turn away
And ask for nothing more

Baskets of wild stone to save the land