COLD YORKSHIRE RAIN - TERRY TUFTS WITH TOBIAS MEIS
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- Опубликовано: 24 авг 2024
- TERRY TUFTS - composition, guitar, and vocal
TOBIAS MEIS - double bassRecorded in Picton, Ontario at
THE ACOUSTIC GRILL
by RAY TURCOTTE
COLD YORKSHIRE RAIN
Down at the station in a cold Yorkshire rain
Half the fare gone for the Birmingham train
Seen it all once, and now back through again
Alone in the cold Yorkshire rain
Last outbound passenger. Last cigarette.
Cold tired and wet. Besotted, beset
Haven’t begun to begin as of yet
Alone in the cold Yorkshire rain
And the soul of Nick Drake blows down Birmingham Line
Wrapped in disguise as page three of the Times
All that remains are the mem’ries we mine
So here's one for old Davey Graham?
Cold Yorkshire rain on a moss-covered roof
Visions of verity, tatters of truth
Sitting so pretty, or standing aloof
A wisp in the cold Yorkshire rain
All that it takes is an aggressive white gene
Insatiable need and a dark demon seed
Glorious Empire of limitless greed
Washed away in a cold Yorkshire rain
Lit’rature, music, and art in decline
Scrawled out and scattered and blurred by red wine
Like the soul of Nick Drake down the Birmingham Line
A wisp in the cold Yorkshire rain
SOLO
All for a penny, and all for a pound
Sated and sound. The watchman’s last round
Me and my mem’ry go weathering on
In the shadows with Old Davey Graham
A song for lost pilgrims wherever you are
Make ev’ry melody carry you far
A Lennon-McCartney, a Harrison - Starr
Or just wisps in the cold Yorkshire rain
WT Tufts
SOCAN
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