Name: The old man of the sea - collab
Duration: 6 min 37 s
Channel: Sandra & Mark Patterson (lyrics & Music)
Description: Free MP3 download! Licensing options are available for this track. After I heard what Mark did with a BT (I send him) and a beautiful poem Sandra wrote, I asked If he would let me join in a collab. I added some lead work. Let's not forget Marks awsome guitar work on this one He played rhythm and some of the leads!

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After I heard what Mark did with a BT (I send him) and a beautiful poem Sandra wrote, I asked If he would let me join in a collab. I added some lead work. Let's not forget Marks awsome guitar work on this one He played rhythm and some of the leads!

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HalfBlindLefty

Nothing special, just posting some songs, pieces and ideas. I'm a fool for ballads and slowblues, so that's what you'll find here, most of my recordings are o

Band, uhm..well, just one person, me :)

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Psychedelic Rock

Charts

Peak #16

Peak in subgenre #2

Author

Sandra & Mark Patterson (lyrics & Music)

Rights

Sandra & Mark Patterson

Uploaded

March 04, 2010

Track Files

MP3

MP3 15.2 MB • 320 kbps • 6:37

Story behind the song

I'm still amazed with Mark's way of putting Sandra's poem into this song.

Lyrics

OLD MAN

He's bent to face the coming tide of life -
Heeds not the wind, still less the raging sea,
He stares with gull-blessed crags into the spray,
And never hears the cries of swooping shags.
I thought I saw a blink, a tear of foam,
Form in the sightless eye where puffins nest,
I thought I heard him moan unto the sky,
That he might be released and put to sleep.
But only screeching gulls, percussive tides
Accompany the winds relentless howl -
He's ever silent both within, without,
A respite from this fearsome lonely place.
He's bent to face the coming tide of life,
Leans hard upon his stick and feels his way,
That's only salt tears dampening his face,
The tide has long receded from his land.

© Sandra Patterson 28/02/2007