This time real, about at least 21 Chinese cockle-pickers who didn’t know about the fast tidal race in Morecambe Bay and were drowned. I've seen them walking through the tide as rain cuts through the sprayĬhinese cockle-pickers on the sands of Morecambe Bay Past the wrack and samphire, beyond the shore Out beyond the streetlamps where the calliopes roar To more tragedy, but also to a kind of freedom. After losing his family on land, Tom sets sail. Setting sail on the tide is a common theme. Nothing on the dry land was ever worth the price. Nothing On The Dry Land – Tom McRae (tincanman2010) Even the bodies of the drowned at sea were not buried in the church, but on the tideline until the 1870s, according to June. Sailors lived on land but worked on the dangerous sea. Here June details superstition about the sea. We laid them along by the churchyard wall The waters they washed them ashore, ashoreĪnd they never will sail the seas no more The Brean Lament – June Tabor (treefrogdemon) I don’t think I would have picked Costello if I just heard the song. This one for the moon and the parchment image and the way Elvis channels a Frank Sinatra style in the vocal delivery. You Hung The Moon – Elvis Costello (Fred Erickson) It’s an example of an impressionistic tide/ocean song. To be honest, I am not sure if Laura is referring to a riptide or a rip current which isn’t tidal, but no matter. My toes dangle for a place to stand and be. Al is torn between two lovers, the old and the new, swept along by a riptide, thus outside his control. Riptide, caught in a riptide, torn between two lovesįive very varied ‘Riptides’ nommed. ![]() Riptide – Al Bowlly with Lew Stone and His Band (severin) And always the relentlessness of the tide (time and tide wait for no-one). Songs about flowing like the tide or being carried along by the tide, as in things being out of one’s control, with riptides quite favoured. More ebb tide than flood tide in the relationship sphere. Returning tides for a second chance or redemption, but not as many. Metaphorically, there were receding tides (love retreating like the tide) and erasing tides (writing or castles in the sand). There were songs about literal tides songs about setting sail on the tide, both literally and metaphorically songs of warning and conversely benefit of swimming against the tide (the latter metaphorically only, as swimming against a real tide is always tiring). Perhaps because relatively speaking tides are an insistent but relative gentle natural force (unlike an earthquake or volcano). It seems that ‘tide’ generally means slower, quieter songs and my mind floated there. What was left on the strandline from my listening was on the quieter side. It was as if the whole tide country was speaking in the voice of the Poet: ‘life is lived in transformation’ – Amitav Ghosh, The Hungry Tide
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