Song #5 I'll Never Write

 

 

A bit cringeworthy really, but in the interests of full disclosure: I obviously went to the trouble of typing this up many years ago so I must have thought it worthwhile back then. I think I played it in C#m and referred to it as “The C#m Song” in the years I played it live.

I’m clearly still trying to leave the memory of someone behind… but that someone keeps entering those vacant moments when I was alone …. 

I’LL NEVER WRITE 

I took a long time to write

I took a long time to call

You know it’s because I love you

I’ve been thinkin’ of you all day long girl

Sitting here at this window staring out to sea

 

I keep dreaming of you – you, me, us

Wondering why we ever parted

What I think is not what happened

Why don’t we just get together and thrash it all out again?

 

We’ll see who’s right

We’ll see who’s wrong

Already I know it’s best left dead

 

So I’ll never write and I’ll never call

Another time another place and another space

When time has done its work

And I can see your face and see the sea

See the sea

See the sea

 

1975 Aged 21

Song #4 - Stranger's Town

 

 

STRANGER’S TOWN

 

I drifted in on a stranger’s town

I don’t know who’s around

Memories of bygone days

Litter the room

Send me home with a smile

And I’ll forget the gloom

That loneliness gave to me

 

I once felt comfort here but I moved on

I don’t quite know why

A restless urge to far away

Or sometimes close by

Found the links further afield

But found myself single still

Yes I found myself in the same old world

 

I’ve come to you with open arms

I want to know it again

Leap to the front of my brain

May we fire again

With that old spirit and laughter that

The music often brang

 

Or have the years and the patches grey

Won the day again?

Copyright Michael Coghlan 1975

 

COMMENT

Hilarious really to see a 21 yr old worrying about ‘patches grey’. I think I was probably trying to use the phrase metaphorically – referring to friends getting older and not being around to just hang out, get high, and have fun as in the past. And note the poetic license use of ‘brang’ as a past tense of bring to rhyme with again! Though I see that “in some dialects the past tense of “bring” is “brang,” 

From memory I was still smarting at being dumped and went interstate to find some old friends to distract me.