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track 3: on the event of…

Vince_CD_book_HIGH-4

I wrote this one for our wedding,

…or more probably, the words slipped in when that was filling my head; anyhow it was all finished for the day (which was by the way great).

In a way the song felt part of a new beginning too.  Having said goodbye to the band and the vague ambition of being on top of the pops a few years before, I realised I was still  writing music without any audience and I quite liked that; some people tinker around in sheds I was still messing about with songs, and when friends did finally start to hear them they tended to say they sounded more genuinely like me.    For a long time I couldn’t sing the lines,

‘…all the happiness that we can share

’til we look up from rocking chairs

at grown up children on the beach

and swapping smiles from each to each.’

without filling up a bit,

fortunately after a few listens Carol liked it too, even though, like nearly everything I make up, you can’t dance to it….

…well enjoy the picture of our feet anyway, here’s a link :-)

https://vincentburke.bandcamp.com/track/on-the-event-of

 

 

 

track 1: ready

Vince_CD_book_HIGH-2– this is me and my sister buried in the sand at bantham beach, devon quite a long time ago.

I thought ready made sense as track 1 – it’s quite fast and it starts with me very young

in a dream I used to have.

In the dream I’m on a swing; I swing forward and back as the frame gets bigger and bigger  until I’m sweeping forwards and back again over the roof of our house;

it keeps getting  bigger,

until I’m sweeping high up into clouds and down across whole counties.

I can feel the wind on my face and arms,

until I know I on the next downward sweep won’t be able to hang on any longer;

I grip tight to the chains but as I fly forward gripping, I’m catapulted away through the sky and …

I wake up.

well; I changed it to a bike but you get the idea, a boy wakes up in bed and wonders where he’s going…

the sound affects at the beginning are the bike running and taking flight away from the world. The rest is me looking around my room wondering what I will be, as the lights of cars sweep oblong shadows under my curtains and across the ceiling.

Actually the last time I ever had that dream,I fell from the sky and  bounced  into a big stack of hay

so that’s all right then; never had it again.

the track’s available via

https://vincentburke.bandcamp.com

or if you want the album with pictures and stuff,  e-mail me vncntburke@yahoo.co.uk

next time track 2!