This was a constant '
ear-worm' for me. last year, for quite a few days
I have no idea why, I couldn't recall hearing it anywhere
It tells the story of the Glaswegians (mainly) leaving the shipyards, to go work in the new (steel) town of Corby
Then, the mills there died too...……..
Have a listen in conjunction with reading the words
Here I stand with my own kin
At the end of everything
finally the dream has gone
I've nothing left to hang upon
I came here with all my friends
Leaving behind the weight of years
Leaving alone in a flood of tears
Out on a prospect that never ends
All the landscape was the mill
Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell
With a river of bodies
Flowing with the bell I'd say that this is 'melt' (or 'smelt')
We built it all with our own hands
But who could know we built on sand
But now it's barren all to soon
There's no miracle in ruin
We set the flame and it burned so blue
With open eyes I watched it grow
A sea of palms in an ocean of snow
Hands with the courage to start anew
Here was a home for the lost and scared
Out of the yards and dry docks (closed shipyards)
The call of the steel that would never stop
There was a refuge for those who dared
In a steeltown
When the heat's on
I went down
And the heat turned on me
Here I stand with my own kin
At the end of everything
finally the dream has gone
I've nothing left to hang it on
In a steeltown
When the heat's on
I went down
And the heat turned on me
Stuart Adamson, what imagery he presented!!
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTkGSI7nZFg
Then on the same LP, there's the track
'East Of Eden'
Which has this wondrous trio of lines;
Some days will stay a thousand years
Some pass like the flash of a spark
Who knows where all our days go
