Song #44 Leave Me On The Beach

 

LEAVE ME ON THE BEACH

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Let go of your child awhile

He’s gone to his mother so smile

And leave me on the beach – I don’t want to know

 

Twenty years ago when people got married

And then too when the romance wore thin

She’d never say to him that I’m leaving you

There’s no room here for two

 

But maybe just the fear held them there

I was raised by such an imperfect pair

Who still holds hand together

And I’m a single Dad

 

CHORUS

Where’s my mother Michael?

Or where’s my Dad?

Why don’t we live together – did I do something bad?

 

So you hold in the tears and explain

That we’ll never all live together again

So it’s two homes for you, and two sets of toys

Like so many other boys

 

CHORUS

 

So here I am doing a job for meant for two

Hoping it’s OK what I do

It’s happening all over – it can’t be so bad

Or have we all gone mad?

 

Now for five long years my boy will dream

Remember how long a year used to seem?

That his Mum will come home – come home to stay

And we’ll all go out to play

 

Before the romance wears thin

And Dad comes home stinkin’ of gin

And she takes to eating and living in her dreams

All that he does is all that he means

But they stick together – through thick and through thin

For the children, and produce the likes of me

 

Leave me on the beach – I don’t want to know

Leave me on the beach – the sun is going down

© Michael Coghlan 1988 

Commentary

This song became the title track of the only collection of songs I ever had professionally recorded. I was now a single father. Such a sad but wonderful experience. The song touches on a few of the many issues it through into my life. It was a very difficult time for all of us but the good news is that - despite everything - Hiske and I have remained good friends.

Song #43 200 Years

 

Salcombe, Devon

200 YEARS

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You left home as a boy to ride the ocean breeze

You left home as a boy to sail the seven seas

Christmas Day on the ocean so far away from home

If ever you had one on England’s green shores

On England’s green shores

 

And tonight you are certain that you’ve somethin’ to sing

Yes tonight you are sure that you’re so full of song

You’ve come back for a party and a tragic event

To celebrate history however it went

However it went

 

But have you heard of a black man who lives here in pain?

For whom Christmas means nothin’ after 200 years

He’s never been on the ocean nor left his land

For the earth is his mother and the source of all being

The source of all being

 

But you the white wanderer who travels the world

This planet is your backyard to live and to grow in

You’ve come back for the party, the drinks and the song

And how could one blame you - you’ve done no wrong

You’ve done no wrong

 

Sing Happy Birthday Australia with your flag wavin’ and cheers

You’re covered with white skin so go drink your beers

It may as well be this day; it’s as good as any

To bid a warm thank you to this great southern land

This great southern land

 

Sing Happy Birthday Australia with your flag wavin’ and cheers

You’re covered with white skin so go drink your beers

It may as well be this day; it’s as good as any

To bid a warm thank you to this great southern land

That’s very much older than 200 years

Than 200 years

 

(© Michael Coghlan, December 1987)

Commentary

Best read in conjunction with the song before it - Third Fleet. Had just arrived back in Australia for the festive season and wanting to balance the ledger a little. Definitely a folk song; has a kind of sea shanty feel.