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© Project Freeman Music (June 1993)
Take me away
And don't bring me back 'till the end of the day
I don't need to be here
With the waves calling me to the end of the pier
What there will we find?
Perhaps a strange show to play tricks on the mind
Or a band who don't play
Stay locked in rehearsal, Holiday after day
We used to be young, we used to act daft
We used to make sandcastle sea filled sand paths
And we never grew up inside our heads
We just learned how to sleep in shared double beds
And to act so mature
But it is just an act, of that I'm quite sure
Instrumental
And so for two
Weeks let's be like we
Were, let's sleep late and
Swim, and go with the
Flow of things as they oc-
cur, spontaneously
Speechlessly, spurning rou-
tine, slaves to the
Sun, at one with the
Wind, worshipping
Water, lost in the
Sand
So let's not go home
Who needs the T.V., the fax and the 'phone
Yes we're fine as we are
But next year remember, to bring my guitar
Yes I wish I'd remembered
To bring my guitar
I was really enjoying a late spring holiday with the family, but had (maybe 'accidentally on purpose') forgotten my guitar.
So this was a collection of holiday thoughts as a poem which I later put to music once I got home. I never wanted to go home from holidays as it meant going back to work. I'm sure many can relate to that one! And it's good to get away from it all, partly to realise what you need to do next. So I quit the band (who stayed locked in rehearals day after day) when I got back, on my birthday, and had a good break from all that too...
One of the references that really dates this song is the fax machine. Anyone remember those?
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© Project Freeman Music (1993 Gregorian)