Fat Boy Slim and the Blue Horizon

For anyone outside of the UK the title of this entry will probably be lost. No matter, the kernel of the matter in hand is readily understood.

Rolf Harris (an Australian "light entertainer" who found fame on the BBC in the early sixties - The Beatles were guests on his Saturday night TV show, THAT'S how famous he was here) has had "mixed press" for his music all of his career but this is - and I sincerely believe this - one of his finest musical moments. I'm using it as my theme for 2009, which is designated at the the year in which I drag myself in to a sunlit future. I hope that this song jiggles with your optimism button as much as it does mine!

It tells it's own tale...and is sadly true.

Hirundo Rustica

You left upon a falling tide
Just made it through the harbour mouth
Before the weed and rocks rose up
Before your energy to leave had died.

You took to flight on a rising wind
Gathered speed in your new made day
Blown towards a fresh horizon
Right decision underpinned.

You walked away from the dying embers
The warmth no longer kept you there
For you the burning time had ended
The time that only smoke remembers.

Gone before the snow blew through
Bags packed, paid up, checked out
Are those raindrops on your cheek?
And your sky's what shade of blue?