#1
A song about an economically deprived British seaside resort that I just finished. I'm not sure what inspired me to deal with such specific subject matter, but it seemed to produce atmospheric results. Feedback would be helpful!

FUNERAL BELL

The rain falls quietly
on a rusty old pier
An emerald bay on a misty day
Tourist ghosts appear

They wander on the sand
and take the humid air
in rain-damp spaces
where a lonely wind tears

at skeletal plants shivering
naked on the dunes
and the ghosts of Hammond organs
Playing worn-out tunes

that echo in the emptiness
of the seaside town
and no-one ever visits
the shops have all closed down.

It's no Blackpool, no Southend
No Costa Del Sol
And the sea-winds blow through forsaken streets
To bend the funeral bell.

Doors clang shut
in empty hotels
and seagulls strut
on broken shells

and no-one hears the ringing
of the forlorn bells
or foghorns on container ships
no-one is left to tell

that many long years ago,
they came from miles around
from Manchester and Liverpool
to promenade on golden sands

but the hourglass has shifted now
the sands have drained away
to mark the long and tired days
of economic strain

It's no Blackpool, no Southend
No Costa Del Sol
And the sea-winds blow through forsaken streets
To bend the funeral bell.
#3
Quote by Eccer
You know what I love? When I read a piece which I find a relevance with. I felt connected to this because I've had almost the same images spinning in my head lately(however crazy that sounds), and as you said. Great imagery!


Thanks man! Yeah it's the kind of song that hangs on the imagery, probably.