Trains (not plains or automobiles), new song up.

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.

It all comes back to him.

It all comes back to him.