Track 16
Swallow
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16 Swallow 1969
Another ‘first term’ song with a picking style stolen from Ray Brockman (who presumably stole it from somewhere else). I quite often played this one at the club as it worked well for solo guitar. For some reason I recorded this with lots of spacey interweaving lead acoustic guitar lines in the background so it’s ended up sounding a bit trippy here.
See the swallow floating on the wind
Forces of nature he’s suffering
Flying to his lover high in the sky
Feathered mystery fly for me be my eye
Feel the water flowing through your hands
Silvery creature eating the land
Bearing its offerings down to the see
Sacrificing all so that some may be free
A severed hand makes no demands as it lies there in the cold
But what’s the use it has no excuse it might just as well be gold
Touch the distance between our minds
Search for the vacuum you’ll never find
The sound of your breathing echoes in my skull
Using all the power it contains to the full