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Maudlin Has Broken

​A solo album of songs and music raising dead friends, dead family and dead lovers. ​
Currently in development.

​We took our bikes out in to the night
Rode the back lanes behind the sleepy village
Lured by the hill, two fresh faced young men,
Climbing up through darkness
It was Halloween.
On the hill we found a clearing, shrouded by trees
A sheer rock drop formed a stage
Staring in to darkness, the world hushed beneath us
We downed a  bottle of vodka as the rain came.
And the night was charged
The night was charged.

You wore your grey hat and bashed up airman’s jacket
You were so beautiful, we both thought you were straight
Getting drunk just the two of us, at midnight up a hill
Laughing at our sheer stupidity. 
And the night was charged
And the mist rolled in
And your eyes were glass
When everything
​Became 
​Golden

Friends called to tell me you had died
​Never to know how that news would land.
All I have left now is your red black stripy jumper
The words in this song
And the memory of your thighs

And the night was charged 
When the mist rolled back -
​Everything changed.   
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Maudlin Has Broken
Photo & lyrics: Robert Pacitti
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