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While sitting on a few tunes waiting for some collab parts to filter through, this tune came to me pretty quickly, and was recorded over a few days.
Winter is arriving here, and on one cold night the first line came in conversation - "up the hill" is in reference to the NSW skifields not far (a few hours) from here. This brought back memories of our first day in our new home for 1986 - "up north" in the UK, with ice on the stairs, a furnace that refused to light, the silence of snow falling and a feeling of excitement.
It's also about life, and who we are (and where we might be going).
There are 2 acoustic tracks, bass and vocals - drums and percussion are midi.
Turned out better than I expected. It's "early jiguma" in style.
Hope you enjoy it,
Neil
Winter is arriving here, and on one cold night the first line came in conversation - "up the hill" is in reference to the NSW skifields not far (a few hours) from here. This brought back memories of our first day in our new home for 1986 - "up north" in the UK, with ice on the stairs, a furnace that refused to light, the silence of snow falling and a feeling of excitement.
It's also about life, and who we are (and where we might be going).
There are 2 acoustic tracks, bass and vocals - drums and percussion are midi.
Turned out better than I expected. It's "early jiguma" in style.
Hope you enjoy it,
Neil
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Lyrics
Ripples In The Sand
© 2008 Neil Porter
It’s getting cold tonight
Must be snowing somewhere up the hill
Remember icy winter nights
Hear the sounds of silence still
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
We left a Sydney summer
Touched down in a land of white and grey
Remember how we slipped on frozen stairs
Ancient pub across the way
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like silken driftwood on the shore
We’re resting on our way to sea
We’re moving all the time
We’re going nowhere I can see
Like shifting ripples in the sand
I won’t forget the welcome (warm)
Furnace (cold) moment of surprise
Still see the closing door
The smile we shared, the sparkle in your eyes
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
There’s nothing planned tonight
Might just throw some pictures on the wall
It seems it’s been so long
So let’s relive the memory of it all
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
© 2008 Neil Porter
It’s getting cold tonight
Must be snowing somewhere up the hill
Remember icy winter nights
Hear the sounds of silence still
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
We left a Sydney summer
Touched down in a land of white and grey
Remember how we slipped on frozen stairs
Ancient pub across the way
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like silken driftwood on the shore
We’re resting on our way to sea
We’re moving all the time
We’re going nowhere I can see
Like shifting ripples in the sand
I won’t forget the welcome (warm)
Furnace (cold) moment of surprise
Still see the closing door
The smile we shared, the sparkle in your eyes
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
There’s nothing planned tonight
Might just throw some pictures on the wall
It seems it’s been so long
So let’s relive the memory of it all
We come and then we go
Like footprints in the snow
Like shifting ripples in the sand
Like shifting ripples in the sand
thoddi
:)