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The MispentSand (acoustic demo) Folk/Acoustic Rock/Americana

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Acoustic beach adieu - solo version

Warrick Hayes

I know you don't want to go swimming in the sea,
You're standing too close to yourself it's not where you want to be,
I'm not drowning but waving with the setting sun,
In this entourage of salt water candles I'm amoung,

So when the wind blows through your bones and you've finished skimming stones -

Let the sand slip through you hands,
Let the sand slip through your hands.

And every time you're standing on the shore,
I will be the ripples missing your feet,
If the nearly touch aches - you know it's only me -
Knowing you're making sand castles on the beach.

So when the wind blows through your bones,
And you've finished skimming stones...

Let the sand slip through you hands,
Let the sand slip through your hands.

So when the wind blows through my bones,
And I just can't skim that stone...

Let the sand slip through you hands,
Let the sand slip through your hands.
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Troubadour Radio
This is a somewhat rough demo, recorded beside the Basset hound to the right, one afternoon when I (Warrick - station autocrat !) was getting songs together for The Mispent's last record. It's a swimming off into the sunset song inspired by Stevie Smith's wonderful poem "Not Waving But Drowning". The catharsis is in the change to that famous line in the lyric here to "Not drowning but waving". All the effort in the world isn't going to stop the sand slipping through your hands ! Band version also up on The Mispent page. Dedicated to all the men and women that love each other, but live on different shores and every now and then look across the sea and wonder what might have been.