Bland's Bits

Kilcunda Wind

Remember summers we once spent
the beach the surf, how much they meant
that’s how the invitation went
to relive the good old days

so we gathered there like refugees
from different worlds and destinies
with nothing shared but memories
of another place and time

a familiar face with a bottled tan
said how great i looked as he shook my hand
did i have an insurance plan
he’d be in touch next week

Matt always liked to surf alone
the most solitary man i’ve ever known
talked all night into his mobile phone
then left without a word

Kate’s found god, wants us all to know
for the bible tells her so
so this is where the good times go
when the good times have gone

Ray always lived on the edge of a knife
i only heard tonight he took his own life
they decided not to invite his wife
she might drag the party down

Rose phoned in with her regrets
the baby’s sick and there’s mounting debts
no mention of the beating she gets
if she talks to another man

she would have come if things were good
we’d understand, she knew we would
but i swear i never understood
how she could love a man like him

i once worshipped her through eyes still pure
i called it love, she wasn’t so sure
she wanted time but i wanted more
and i tried to hold too tight

as gentle as my touch would be
it’s only now i get the irony
the only difference between him and me
is my bruises didn’t show

chorus
please don’t take me back,
with do you remember then
and what became of you,
what became of them
tell those i once loved, and those i sinned
you left me walking on the beach
into the Kilcunda wind

Musicians

© Copyright 2006 Ian Bland