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GUEST,Joe Moran 13 May 07 - 12:04 PM
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Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: ON MORECAMBE BAY (Kevin Littlewood
From: GUEST,Joe Moran
Date: 13 May 07 - 12:04 PM

I thought it would be a good idea to have access to the lyrics, chords and an audio linkaudio clip link
, for this fine song, all in one place!

ON MORECAMBE BAY (By Kevin Littlewood)

([Here's Kevin's playing advice] I play this with a dropped 6th string. The switch from the A minor chord to the A major chord is something which I do in the song, but if it is too fiddly, you can just stay on the A minor I guess. Anything to keep it simple!)

Verse 1.
       Dm
Out beyond the street lamp's empire
Am             Amaj
And the calliope's roar,
Dm
Beyond the thrift, the wrack, the samphire,
Am               A maj
Where the sea betrays the shore,
Dm
I have seen them in the tide's wake,
Gm
As the rain cuts through the spray,
Dm
Figures on the edge of daybreak
       Am            A maj
Walking out on Morecambe Bay

chorus             Dm
       For the tide's the very devil,
               Gm
       It can run you out of breath,
               Dm
       It can race you on the level,
               Am                Amaj
       It can chase you to your death,
                Dm
       Yes the tide's the very devil
                Gm
       And the devil has his day
               Dm             Am      Amaj      Dm                     
       On the weary cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay

2. Here's the very life to die for,
Here's a life not as it seems,
Sleeping on a foreign floor
Five to a room no space for dreams.
Tempted by the urge to travel,
Strangers in a stranger land,
Now they dig in sand and gravel,
Plastic bags gripped in their hands.

chorus
       For the tide's the very devil,
       It can run you out of breath,
       It can race you on the level,
       It can chase you to your death,
       Yes the tide's the very devil
       And the devil has his day
       On the weary cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay

3. Letters home with money orders
See how much we earned today;
Tales of crossing Europe's borders,
So we came to Morecambe Bay;
This is where the cockles sleep
In their beds so soft and sound;
This is where our watch we keep
On these weary cockle grounds

chorus
       For the devil's in the tide's flood
       He'll be weighing down your shoes
       He'll be churning up the sea's mud
       This is one race he won't lose
       Yes the tide's the very devil
       And the devil has his day
       On the weary cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay


4. I have met them in the markets,
Brushed their arms in grocery queues,
I should have grabbed them by the jacket,
Should have told them what I knew;
Told them what my mother told me
As we paddled in the waves
Never try and race the tide
Across the sands of Morecambe Bay

chorus
       For the devil's in the tide's flood
       He'll be weighing down your shoes
       He'll be churning up the sea's mud
       This is one race he won't lose
       Yes the tide's the very devil
       And the devil has his day
       On the weary cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay

5. Now I see them in the distance
Laid out in the dawn's hard light,
Helpless in the sea's persistence,
Twenty-three drowned in one night.
Up above in skies so clear
Their phone calls half the world had crossed
'Between the rivers Kent and Keer
We have raced the tide and lost.'

chorus
       For the tide's the very devil,
       It can run you out of breath,
       It can race you on the level,
       It can chase you to your death,
       Yes the tide's the very devil
       And the devil has his day
       On the weary cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay

6. In Fujian, Xelang, Baihu,
Where they mourn their next of kin,
Where the men with snake tattoos,
Rack up the debts and call them in;
Parents stand, their arms flung wide
As their children drive away,
Heading out to race the tide
Across some foreign bay.

chorus
       For the tide's the very devil,
       It can run you out of breath,
       It can race you on the level,
       It can chase you to your death,
       Yes the tide's the very devil
       And the devil has his day
       On the weary cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
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