SING A NEW SONG
Prompt - Sing a New Song : Take a popular song off the radio and rewrite it as a poem or story in your own words.
I don't really listen to music radio nowadays, so I chose a song from a recently purchased album.
Home is where the heart is. There's no place like home. Blah, blah, blah. Tired old sayings I want to deny. As some do, for homes aren't always the places of fondest memory, even if they should be. Bad things happen everywhere.
But they didn't to me. Sure, I argued with my mother like everyone does. And I had the usual small town feelings that there had to be more somewhere else. For many people that's the answer, move away, and if the streets you find aren't paved with gold at least they're not full of salt and seabird shit. I was almost one of them, and then I wasn't. Your stars can align in unexpected patterns and mine kept me back here on the island. I'm not complaining. No matter where I've been it's a joy to come back to this wee town.
One time, in my late teens, I was on a boat down south, playing my guitar in a way I thought made me look cool (it definitely didn't). The strings broke, so did my temper, and I flung my own prized possession into the whitecaps in puerile fury. I put off my return to Stornoway, imagining all I'd have to endure by way of jibes and snides about my ship-based breakdown.
But the lure of the place itself was too strong to ignore and back I went. To learn I'd stayed away too long. Folk had chipped in for a new guitar, wanted to hear me play, wanted me. How could I ever think of leaving? The kindness, I'd missed the kindness. I'd missed the chime of the town hall clock. I'd missed the people. I'd missed Stornoway.
So don't argue with me. This really is the finest place in the world. Come to visit, some to stay, you'll find the same love I did. But maybe not a new guitar.
Taken from the song Stornoway by Peat & Diesel :
I got my first real six-string onboard The Heather
I played a few tunes and I broke all the strings
And then I threw it over the side
So I made my way to Stornoway
On the road to Orinsay
Where my thoughts return each day
My lovely Stornoway
Where the folk are truly kind
Where you leave the world behind
Where each cloud is silver-lined
My lovely Stornoway
The town hall clock of Stornoway
Chimes its message every day
Well heaven can't be far away
From lovely Stornoway
And no matter where you are
Hitch your wagon to a star
Hand in hand we can't be far
From lovely Stornoway
So make your way to Stornoway
On the road to Orinsay
Where my thoughts return each day
My lovely Stornoway
No more worries, no more care
If you choose to settle there
A love will find you anywhere
My lovely Stornoway
So make your way to Stornoway
On the road to Orinsay
Where my thoughts return each day
My lovely Stornoway
So make your way to Stornoway
On the road to Orinsay
Where my thoughts return each day
My lovely Stornoway
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