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.
Maudlin Has Broken Photo & lyrics: Robert Pacitti
