Slightly left field, this one's a hymn.
Lord of the Dance. Played on a scratchy violin at the funeral service of two friends who died far too young.
And another one, effectively unknown.
Lost Boys. Written by a great mate whilst working as crew aboard a square rigger.
When I ended up doing the same, this song summed up the whole thing. Can you bear the words ?
I only have to hear the first chord and I am onboard, out in the Atlantic. It gives me the chills because this song became so much a part of life onboard, and I left the ship shortly before she sank with the loss of some of the crew (ref the funeral above).
As I turn out the lights in the city’s machine,
And climb up the stairs already half in a dream,
I think of the Lost Boys who are oceans away
And my mind fills again with those glittering days.
The Lost Boys are breathing the steam off their tea
As they sail through the blue gold of another new dawn
Whistling to the dolphins as they crest on the bow
Their feet in the rigging as the twilight comes down
And I look out my window at the slotted in sky
Close my ears to the scream of the traffic rolling by
As the Lost Boys are running before another jagged edge storm
Oh I was a Lost Boy before
Yeah I was a Lost Boy before
But I wanna be a Lost Boy again
Well I grew young and old with the Lost Boys
I forgot about so much and I learnt so much more
As I think of it all now my mind soars away.
And I will never get my fill of those wild ragged days
And the Lost Boys are grinning through the rain and the years
Falling in love and then sailing away
As they look for an answer in each flying wave
Entrenched by horizons with nothing in the way
While governments fall and more babies get born
And brothers grow up and young sisters leave home
The Lost Boys are scattering their lives over endless grey waves.
Oh I was a Lost Boy before
Yeah I was a Lost Boy before
But I wanna be a Lost Boy again
And the Lost boys are trying to run away to dry land
And forget the lifestyle of a ? ? ? ? ? ? ? at night
And trade it all in for a place to call home
But the wind and the waves stay alive in their dreams
And when the call gets too strong they go sailing again
And the Lost Boys they never come back home
Though the Lost Boys can never go home
Home was lost in the shimmering wake a million miles behind
Though the Lost Boys can never find a home
Oh the Lost Boys never come back home
Home was lost in the shimmering wake a million miles behind
But still I was a Lost Boy before
Oh yes I was a Lost Boy before
And I wanna be a Lost Boy again
I want to fight with the wind with the sails as the prize
Blink the salt spray back from out of my eyes
Climb with the Lost Boys to the spiralling yards
And sing with the Lost Boys through the fine days and storms
Laugh with the Lost Boys with the sun sinking low
And talk through the long nights with the moon riding high
I hear them calling me now from the edge of my world
Yes the Lost Boys are calling from the edge of my world
Yes the Lost Boys are calling from the edge of my world
Now I’m going to be a Lost Boy again
Oh yeah I’m going to be a Lost Boy again
The call is too strong I’ve gotta go I’m going sailing again
Oh yeah I’m going to be a Lost Boy again
Oh yeah I’m going to be a Lost Boy again
For better or for worse I’ve no choice I’m going sailing again
I’m going sailing again
I’m going sailing again
I’m going sailing again
Going sailing
Sailing