Cobwebs – who likes them? They’re dirty, musty and the more you brush them off, the more they stick to you. They are like the thoughts we brush away from our mind; those limp, fragile thoughts that we’d rather not remember. Or maybe we think aren’t good for anything anyway.
But here I was, sitting at my desk, my eyes glued to the computer, my hand on the keyboard in front of me. Thoughts ran through my head though nothing seemed to focus. I felt my heart beating but the words escaped me. I looked out the window and not even the wind outside could clear my head.
I smiled at the thought. These must be the cobwebs of my mind.
And that’s when I remembered the song by the Coral, a Liverpool band, who’s sweet and melodic songs sound like the Beatles of the sixties. I don’t think the band ever made it big but purely for its poetry and nostalgia, I’ve always enjoyed this song.
But here I was, sitting at my desk, my eyes glued to the computer, my hand on the keyboard in front of me. Thoughts ran through my head though nothing seemed to focus. I felt my heart beating but the words escaped me. I looked out the window and not even the wind outside could clear my head.
I smiled at the thought. These must be the cobwebs of my mind.
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And that’s when I remembered the song by the Coral, a Liverpool band, who’s sweet and melodic songs sound like the Beatles of the sixties. I don’t think the band ever made it big but purely for its poetry and nostalgia, I’ve always enjoyed this song.
I placed the lyrics here in case you want to follow as you listen. Enjoy!
There's a place where the creatures play
I'm going there at the end of the day
Who knows what I'll find
In the cobwebs of my mind
There’s a face in a photograph
In the attic beside the maps
Closer to the tide
In the cobwebs of my mind
From the watch house to the marshes
Following the signs to Colwyn Bay
And she'll show me the way
We'll stick together through the thick and thin
Lights go out, that's where I begin
Now I'm lost inside
In the cobwebs of my mind
There's a place where the music plays
I'll meet her there at the end of the day
Who knows what she'll find
In the cobwebs of my mind
When she moves her beauty falls
In the garden the masters call
She knows where I hide
In the cobwebs of my mind
She reads my eyes
I'm going there at the end of the day
Who knows what I'll find
In the cobwebs of my mind
There’s a face in a photograph
In the attic beside the maps
Closer to the tide
In the cobwebs of my mind
From the watch house to the marshes
Following the signs to Colwyn Bay
And she'll show me the way
We'll stick together through the thick and thin
Lights go out, that's where I begin
Now I'm lost inside
In the cobwebs of my mind
There's a place where the music plays
I'll meet her there at the end of the day
Who knows what she'll find
In the cobwebs of my mind
When she moves her beauty falls
In the garden the masters call
She knows where I hide
In the cobwebs of my mind
She reads my eyes
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