When I went walking on the beach
I came to understand
With each step I left a footprint
A fresh fossil in the sand.Looking over my left shoulder
Behind lay my own track,
And I would be my own man Friday
Or whenever I came back.Up ahead I saw the future
A stretch of barren beach,
I knew that I was heading nowhere
The horizon out of reachSo I turned and headed back
I was present in my past.
Now and then mere twin directions
The next intersecting the last.There was proof that I had been there
And proof I’d come and gone,
Imprinted in the sands of time
So why should I walk on?Now and then identical
Though they are not the same,
And future waves will erase both
As if I never came.
- Loudon
Beautiful tune off a really quite sad album. Have you heard Rufis is a Tit Man. You will love it.
yeah, billy - loudon is the man. first two things we do when you get back; american whisky and loudon. i’m indebted to you for introducing his stubborn nasally ways.
yeah, i’ve heard ‘of’ that song. but don’t have the album. you got it at home.
Last Man On Earth album. I’ve got it and it’s a pretty blunt album, very honest, like he doesn’t care what anybody thinks about him or says about him. An album of an old, sad but not dead man.