The Running Tide

from by TREVOR CLAWSON

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The Running Tide

I fetched up in a harbour town and landed on my feet
There was money to be made back then, there was still a fishing fleet
But I didn’t have my sea legs so I took a job on Land
Pulling pints and eying waitresses in a pub down by the strand
I was a handsome blade back then, though I say so myself
You’d never find me waiting for too long up on the shelf
No prospects and no future, and some ghosts I had to lay
But I had a silver tongue and I could melt those hearts away
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And oh the wind and rain
And oh the salt see spray
And oh the storm gathering in the Western Sky
And oh the running tide
Along the waterside
And the current that will wash you up and leave you high and dry

I met her on a Saturday I was working at the bar
She came in for a bite to eat took a seat beside the door
Can’t remember how it started but here’ s the way it ends
She takes my number, writes it down, we say we’ll meet again.
Now she didn’t tell me straight away that her man was out at sea
Hauling nets and losing sleep, north of Aberdeen
Back then I flew I pirate flag that didn’t mean a thing to me.
I took the prize he thought was his , and the plunder felt so sweet

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I had a beat up 308, we’d drive to secret places
Thirty miles or so inland where no one knew her face
And she liked to ride the Waltzers and she liked to act the fool
And she made it easy for me by laying down the rules.
We don’t fall in love or lose our hearts or any of that stuff
This is a temporary thing and temporary’s quite enough
I’m not looking for a while knight or a love that’s pure and true.
I’m just looking for a good time ….That’s all you have to do.
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Oh the wind and rain
But rules were made for breaking and hearts play tricks on heads
She started going crazy, said she’s leave the marriage bed
Then crazy turned into a plan an exit so discreet
She’d pack a bag I’d pick her up by the church on Harbour Street

But she didn’t show, I waited there for an hour or maybe more
I took a walk and heard some voice raised down on the shore
There was crying cos the news was bad, as bad as it could be
Ten souls were lost forever and a boat was lost at sea.
Then I drove down to the harbour, saw crowds done on the shore
I guessed the rest and after that I hardly saw her face
Funny in a small town she could vanish without trace.
I saw her on the street one time and tried to catch her eye,
But she looked away, then turned away and then she passed me by.
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from FIRECRACKER DAY, released April 18, 2014

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Trevor Clawson Brighton, UK

Trevor Clawson is an Irish singer and songwriter, currently living and working in West Sussex. Described by Time Out as "One of the best songwriters around" he combines folk, blues and jazz guitar styles with narrative lyrics.

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