among the forgetful

you said as you grow up
we end up missing our good old times
it’s never quiet enough for you to give a rest to your weary eyes
but you were born so old
and set in ways so cold
that I barely recognised my generation in your sighs
I tried to take your hand
to leave it all behind
and tell you everything would’ve turned out just fine

and things may not be quite like in september
but among the forgetful
those who remember shall remember
will you remember how that sun felt?

meet me at Crow Bay on a sunny winter day…

‘you stole your own words
and turned them into hollow sounds
I threw them back to you but you just kept me out…
and I kept wondering what you ever did that for
and never found replies
so I simply asked no more…’

and things may not be quite like in december
but among the forgetful
I know filippo shall remember
he will remember how that sun felt
—-

previous titles: how august felt
references: good old days (fastball), find the river (r.e.m.), american english (idlewild), my generation (the who), can’t help falling in love (elvis presley), former glory (ron sexsmith), drawn from memory (embrace), wonderwall (oasis)

am colin-clegg: vocals, guitars, bass, drums, keyboards