Apologies in advance for the inevitable variation in recording and production quality. Hopefully by using one of the above streaming service links it will at least be loudness normalised across the tracks.
I've just fished this old recording out and given it a quick tidy:
It's a thing of its time and the limitations (mostly in knowledge) that I was working under then, but it provides another piece of the jigsaw puzzle that will be the new album when it comes.
It seems that train travel is a very good way to stimulate my brain into creative activity. "A prologue" was written on the train last month and this week, coming back up from down south again, I wrote another song - a slightly more upbeat one this time so hopefully Hils will like it...
Scratch video embedded below and lyrics below that. What I haven't got yet is a proper title for it - other than "Curtis Stirling".
Curtis Stirling, so I’ve
been told, built a flying machine in his back yard.
And after all the
questions I’ve asked, it seems that this is where it starts.
This could be the
middle of nowhere, if somewhere had ever cared.
And you can see three
counties from that spot over there.
This is how the story
starts. This is where legend begins.
And after all, after
all, it all comes back to him.
People talking will
make a king appear, sometimes all it takes is need.
Curtis shined a light
into the dark, they sing a defiant hymn round these parts.
This is how the story
starts. This is where legend begins.
And after all, after
all, it all comes back to him.
Sometimes they hear
trumpets. Sometimes they see wings.
Sometimes there come
investigators, to tell them that they’re seeing things.
Curtis Stirling, so I’ve
been told, took the flying machine from his back yard.
He’ll be coming back
one of these days, wrestling bears when times get hard.
Curtis Stirling, so
they say, didn’t die and he won’t fade away.
This is how the story
starts. This is where legend begins.
And after all, after
all, it all comes back to him.
