GULL’S EYE – J.Lowe/ Lowelife Music
What’s he bent double, slow silhouette,
Low tide dry bone, high tide wet,
Cold day wrapped up, warm day bare,
Funny looking, what can he be down there?
Slate-grey fire-hogger, land-lubber leech,
Cold hands scrape long black stained beach,
Rain wash cold skin, sun burn dry,
Hear me laughing from way up high.
CHORUS
Black pebble-devil, picking and combing,
High-fly, snow white gull,
Better be blue sky soaring,
Than back-breaking, three bags full.
Stony land animal, salt spray toil,
Slide on a belly through a long day’s spoil,
Fat sack, three stack, precious and sacred,
Wind lash, cold splash, bare rock naked.
CHORUS
No more gathering, scavenging-style,
Left behind no scrap worthwhile,
But sea-dry hunger, land-dry thirst,
Two wings bad, only two legs worse.