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There's a place northward bound
Rise and crawls from the Solent Sea
A pasture of time forgot
A relic of memory
There's an isle in every land
A little poem in every song
Apparitions in time and place
A little religion in everyone

Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for an outlaw to ride the breeze
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find

Build a base on Boniface Down
Carve a mark into a tree
Light a fire on Woody Bay
Footprints washed away by the sea
Forgot the reasons for the play
But know the characters in every scene
Said tomorrow might never come
Closed your eyes and romanticised a dream

Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for a preacher, repent all sin
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find

Picking penny sweets at Nick's corner shop
Kicking stones, finding new shortcuts
On the boating lake, tightrope walk the ridge
Paved it in, put up a carpark lot
If you remember where you're from
They say you're never far from home
The water's edge is at the shore
And out past the horizon

Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for a patron to pick up the fee
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find

Tupenny Nudger in the penny arcade
Burn the soles of your feet from the sun
Sandy chips, ice-cream cones
Counting the pieces you won
Walk the stone, around the coves
Wind up in a Caribbean Carnival
Jump the fence, duck the uniforms
Entry is free for all

Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for adventure, an easy release
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find

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from On the Bangkok Balcony, released May 10, 2020

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Tatchell and the Tambourine England, UK

We don't listen to music anymore, we listen to song.
Don't go anymore,
Except where we belong.
But I know a Gym
Called Whisky and Gin
A full deck only
The Big man 'll
Let you in
There is no end
Or place to begin
Or even win
Only a whole glass
Half full of Slim
And a friendly soul
Who no doubt you'll
Know not at all
But let's call him Jim
For he wears a grin.
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