Summer compilation song number 1

A song to transport me away from all of this.


I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
Like a king who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
And frees an eagle instead
It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by the way
And like to cheat on your soul
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control
Before you lie on your bed
It’s more or less the same as the things that you said

Anyway for all the things you know, tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said, tell me why does the river run red
Anyway for all the things you’ve seen, tell me when will the river run green
And anyway for all the things you know, tell me why does the river not flow

It’s more or less the things you fail to say in your way that’s your trouble
Like a king who stalks the wings and shoots the moon and the stars
And his double.

Oh my, Ocean Colour Scene. Song on repeat on the stereo and on constant loop in my head. Thinking, now there's my summer album. Power chords great lyrics gravelly fantastic voice. That bit at the end with the jingly jangly sounds fading in and out, sound water waves.

And then the song changes and we've got The Day we Caught the Train. Reminds me of holidays with family somewhere I can't quite remember in Britain. You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favourite coats just miles away. Why does that make me think of those rain macs? They never fitted back in the bag afterwards, and mum called them khagouls. We used to laugh but now in the adult light of day I wonder just where exactly she got that idea from. The line in the song that reminds me of Rhys, He sipped another rum and coke and told a dirty joke. Quite.