Lunar Point - untitled
Running, that’s how I remember her
her golden hair flowing in the breeze.
A fitting epitaph I felt. Well; if simple words can sum up a life.
She told me nothing in this world could keep her,
she felt she belonged…elsewhere
‘maybe’, she said, ‘…the sea’.
She would stand, her eyes transfixed on the white foam
stopping at the edge. Looking.
There’s something intense in that distance.
She didn’t know it then, but the sea is unkind to trespassers
So go the half finished lyrics to a half finished song Dan Myatt and myself wrote back in the day. I’ve been trekking through the muddy depths of my hard drive, and I’ve come across quite a few things that take my mind on a trip into the past, this was one of those things. The track itself was about the third practice run we did, hence Dan’s somewhat blasé reading of them. The earlier recording is emotionally much better (plus we got some great feedback from the Gibson/Marshal combo creeping in), but the recording levels were really off. Both versions were recorded on Dan’s four-track, later dubbed down onto tape and later still made into an MP3. Both have lain gathering virtual dust for at least the last four years, but it’s probably been about six or seven years since they were actually recorded. They’re as rough as you would imagine, but I still think there’s the soul of a great track in there. Take a listen to the cleaner of the two recordings and see for yourself (or just have a laugh, it’s all good! ).