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| Pete Atkin sings
The Ties Than Bind You by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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That girl at the far side of the bar Waves the smoke of cigarettes away And in a flash you know exactly where you are At the bus-stop in the mist of early morning By the empty timber sheds beside the bay And all those little kids are deaf and dumb Who line the gravelled footway after school But the splash of every stone in the canal Rebuilds for you the echoing aquarium Where stingrays carried pennies round the pool And echoes coming back like this remind you How much lies behind you Dust-encrusted discs that slide from clouds of years And then they blind you The ties that bind you And those ski-gloves fresh from drying by the fire Seem suddenly to hold a warmth that reaches From the back seat of a car, hot with the sun On the highway running north beside the beaches One summer on the far side of the world And echoes coming back like this remind you How much lies behind you Dust-encrusted discs that slide from clouds of years And then they blind you The ties that bind you And that market-going grandmother who sighs And turns her collar up against the rain Would be scandalised to know she recreates As mountain-river clear as when it happened The first girl who ever woke before your eyes And echoes coming back like this remind you How much lies behind you Water over dams returning near as tears When lost things find you The ties that bind you The ties that bind you | |||||
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