Picture Postcards

A song called Picture Postcards. I’m recording demos of 10 songs I wrote in a mad rush in October and I needed to warm my voice up as I’ve not sung for a while. Any excuse.
I wrote this after a weekend on the Wirral. Primarily there to see Dylan Cubbin’s wonderful Framing New Brighton documentary, I went to Pensby and wandered around eventually walking through the woods on Fishers Lane fields. I loved the woods as a kid and they remain kind of proper. Big climbing trees and trails, kids sitting off, adventure, a full on happy/sad nostalgia day. My mum seemed to be with me all through the month, it was overwhelming at times. Weird where people go, when they go, isn’t it?

PICTURE POSTCARDS

A visit to the old woods

Where we used to play

Summer time in childhood 

Long hot sunny days

Climbing in the branches

A tyre for a swing

I catch a note of music

A song we used to sing

It’s all so for away

But feels like yesterday

A yearning that  has hit me hard

A portrait of a dream

Of who we might have been

Almost like a piece of art

Or a picture postcard

The ghosts are all aroud me

I feel them passing by,

The woods are with the living 

The trees reach for the sky

It’s far and it is near

Vague and somehow clear

Detail seems to fall apart

And from the place I ran away

I find that it has made

An image, stamped upon my heart

Like a picture postcard 

The past found in a movie

A testament to youth 

And to poverty and romance

That somehow found a truth

I wish I could explain 

the pleasure and the pain

The beauty of a thousand scars

And how when we move along 

Our spirits still belong 

To everyting we really are

We are picture posterds

Snapshots of a life

Picture postcards

That dont always arrive

Pictue Postcards