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Bulls Hit
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My deceased mum in law penned this poem to which I took a fancy. I posted this tune a few months ago using her poem as the lyrical content and got some good feedback. Robus made some suggestions and I redid the vocal and compd the two takes.
Interested in any feedback. The poem is copied below - I had to take some liberties to get it to fit into the arrangement
The curve in the road leads on to the bay
A postcard picture on a clear sunny day
With little waves bobbing the boats about
And a blue sky smiling on children’s shouts
Of joy as they brave the water’s enticing call
To enter her kingdom to be in her thrall
While old men lean on the wall
And gaze back to their strong heady youthful days
When they pushed out their boats and fished all night
Bringing home their catch a silvery sight
But when cold bitter winds blow in from the south
Chilling and killing the words in your mouth
Your heart a cold anchor weighs deep in your chest
And waves meters high foam white at the crest
When rocks jut out like the teeth of a beast
Preparing to ravage his kill at a feast
Don’t venture down to that wild wanton shore
Shut out the noise of the sad seagulls’ caw
Flying in fear from the furious storm
Wait wait in the hope of a calm sun kissed morn
- Claudia Borich
Interested in any feedback. The poem is copied below - I had to take some liberties to get it to fit into the arrangement
The curve in the road leads on to the bay
A postcard picture on a clear sunny day
With little waves bobbing the boats about
And a blue sky smiling on children’s shouts
Of joy as they brave the water’s enticing call
To enter her kingdom to be in her thrall
While old men lean on the wall
And gaze back to their strong heady youthful days
When they pushed out their boats and fished all night
Bringing home their catch a silvery sight
But when cold bitter winds blow in from the south
Chilling and killing the words in your mouth
Your heart a cold anchor weighs deep in your chest
And waves meters high foam white at the crest
When rocks jut out like the teeth of a beast
Preparing to ravage his kill at a feast
Don’t venture down to that wild wanton shore
Shut out the noise of the sad seagulls’ caw
Flying in fear from the furious storm
Wait wait in the hope of a calm sun kissed morn
- Claudia Borich
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