Memories :

( BabyBoomers:
The existential dream
All you need is love....
Beatles 1967
Mathieu. ecoutes-tu?)
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There was something about the sea
And the stillness of that night,
and the million moonlike minnows
that crest the waves then hide from sight.
Just the sigh and the hush
of their forward and back,
And the breeze like the touch
of warm breath on my neck.
But there's a stone in my heart
where a memory should be,
And all that talk I remember
of how we need to be free,
And a face full of grief
like the salt of the sea.

Now in my head you're in my arms,
And we're standing in that sea,
And I hear that whispered promise still
That only love can make us free.

There was a stillness in the night
and the whisper from the sea,
And the stone was growing darker
and my wrist's a mystery.
And in the shadow of the trees
where I saw you kiss his lips
The part of me that's dying's
flowing through my fingertips
And the music that was playing
is just a dischord in my head
And the song is just a litany,
a litany for the dead
I am sorry....was all she said

So just hold me in your arms
And baptise me in the sea
And tell me - is it love
That one day will set us free?

And now the dancing has stopped
on the path lit by the moon
And that distant seagull's cry
still sounds lost and out of tune
Like that broken violin
on that August afternoon
When the paths were mapped and charted
in these stars above this dune.
And if that life was never broken
and those tears were never shed
Then those words were never spoken
and Paul was never dead.

And if the sea could wash my sins away,
And the sun could cleanse my soul,
I could love with all my heart again,
And there wouldnt be this stone.

So long ago now that memory of me
where the mountains plunge down headlog
In their rush to meet the sea
And the lime white cottage in it's crescent of trees
And the peat and the salt and the seagull memories.

And his eisel in the corner
and his paintings round the wall
And his dog that loved you instantly
and came to your first call
And yet the foolish wish remains
to go back and change it all,
So the ghosts that haunt me now
might not be born at all,

What final stupid treachery
is etched upon this stone
To wish the world away
just so I can be alone