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lyrics
I can see the sea from the window in my room, and the polo tower rot, decay and die.
I sat in that pod as a child with thoughts, is this how it feels to fly?
Though this does not explain, why the fury built and came.
Where is this small town going?
I could get on a boat, sail out in that sea, but still I’d end up coming home for tea.
I genuinely used to think about the time, it would take to sail from Morecambe to New York
I kinda dreamt seeing the prospect shine, leaving this whole town behind.
But deep down I know that won’t occur, with me trudging back to Eric’s front door.
Hiking past abandoned hotels and through quick sand, there’s nothing I don’t love about this land.
Though this does not explain why we always lose the game,
Where is this small town going?
I could get on a boat, sail out in that sea, but still I’d end up coming home for tea.
I never thought I’d feel this way; about the place I once despised everyday.
No doubt that I will often have to say goodbye, but I’ll do it with a glimmer in my eye, in my eye.
I could get on a boat, sail out in that sea, but still I’d end up coming home for tea.
The more recent albums have been good (though I'm still to be convinced by Lost Folk), but this is still Gaz's best album. Cornish Fishing Town is superb (loved the duet with Nick at South Petherton a few years ago), but Knights of the Round Table is another level again - my absolute favourite Gaz song, though not one for live shows, sadly. zummerzet66