Nice words from Margate

At long long last the nasty northerly wind has abated, the temperature went above 5 degrees and allatsea got off his  vast bottom and did dome gardening. For a very modestly proportioned  area, it takes a fair surprising effort to keep it looking half neglected. Puffed out and achey at the end of a 90 minute session which saw  the green bin completely filled with clippings and trimmings, a new pile of wood bits and bobs to burn and thorn torn hands. So much for cheap rigger gloves from ebay.

The scales say the fat bastard has lost just under 2 kg this week. Confirmation expected (fingers crossed) on Tuesday at the clinic, a clinic it should be noted that starts at 0700 and it is NHS. Blimey, wonders will never cease.

Rob Lamothe. Ever heard of him? He’s an American born but adopted Canadian singer song writer and he is, to put  not too finer point on it, mustard.  Thoughtful songs and a voice to die for. He’s been at the top of the Towers ‘fave’ list since the late nineties when one of his tracks featured on a giveaway CD from Classic Rock magazine. Yes yes yes, I know, it’s a shit mag but in those days the CDs they attached were often worth listening to……..sometimes………your honour.

 

Included for your pleasure, some fine words from the man himself.

Ship Song (Rob Lamothe)

hotel winston room 303

amsterdam and me i’m high

raphael playin guitar in the dark

scared of a man with one good eye

now i’m on the road from kamp-lintfort to cologne

there’s cows on the bridge

i’m a long way from anywhere

240 miles from an island

off the eastern canadian coast

where the unsinkable did the unthinkable

she went down she went down

 

these thing i know…the world’s not flat

it’s round and riding on a turtle’s back

and my black mood is causing the weather

i know i will always be

240 miles from an island

off the eastern canadian coast

where the unsinkable did the unthinkable

she went down, she went down

 

likes some big old rusty whore

lyin there covered in blue

tonight i’m on that island

i’m breathing in the water

tonight my heart is on that ship with you

i make paper airplanes for my four year old

and he’s pretty sure it’s magic

rosemary tells me the moon is in leo

so i’m doubly charismatic

and i sang my children to sleep again tonight

i swear i’m the king of the world

i swear i’m the king of an island

off the eastern canadian coast

where the unsinkable did the unthinkable

she went down she went down

 

like some big old rusty whore

lyin there covered in blue

tonight i’m on that island

i’m floating in the water

i’m sinking in the water

i’m drowning in the water

tonight my heart is on that ship with you

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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