Mystery of the Beach

A song from Abernethy / The World Outside the Window / 2009 /// \\\\ www.spinninggold.ca www.myspace.com/abernethysongs ////

One tends to tumble and sigh. Deep in the world on a midnight ghost train heaven came thundering down. Anyway, we stoked the fire. Fire on the beach: O most humble hour!

Morning she never did come. O Canada was a sea of meaningless mist (it all ends in tears). Anyway, we fought the good fight. The stars were the same then as they are tonight.

Doubt thou the stars are fire.

Centuries of devotion and yet she seems to keep secrets -- the mystery of the beach.

Obscure deeds heroically descried. All that which is hidden by the visible is unmarked and incorruptible. Lo, I walk in plain sight. The eyes of the beach speak dark volumes to the sky.

Baby, we were born to die.

If you seek joy you might get to the gold. The mystery of the beach.
The mystery of the beach.

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