released October 18, 2021

A BOY'S OWN STORY

For many years, it stood the test
Giving warmth and peace and rest
It nurtured love, it deadened pain
It inspired passion, it fostered gain

They closed its doors on a day of rain
It was never to be seen again
All its contents and knowledge gone
Except for memories that linger on

Black fire dancing through the trees
The weeping world is on its knees
Choking on the ash and smoke
But it cannot fix what never broke

For what has passed was meant to be
It was fated naturally
But its route was altered by human hands
Hateful minds, deceitful plans

Little boy hurting, little girl lost
Each one counting their personal cost
Slight the ferryman, pay off the clowns
Disperse the fog that shadows the downs

Two stars danced round a black hole
Heel to heel and toe to toe
Hand in hand and fist to fist
Good and bad both came of this

They tried to beat Eternity
With a Principle of Uncertainty
It tripped them up eventually
One spiraled in but one broke free

The Duke of York marched his men
To the top of the hill and down again
Many battles fought along the way
But they lived to fight another day

Then the days grew long, while the men grew fat
Their hands grew idle, well fancy that!
Until they deserted on a fickle breeze
Now they fight as mercenaries

Little boy hurting, little girl lost
Each one counting their personal cost
Slight the ferryman, pay off the clowns
Disperse the fog that shadows the downs

There is no Heaven, there is no Hell
There’s just the confines of a wishing well
My coin is stuck halfway down
Caught in limbo, a lonely town

I’m treading water over shifting sands
Clinging on with arthritic hands
Cup your hands, give me a bunk
Lift me up, I’m almost sunk

The sky’s a blinding radiant jewel
The air is thick with precious fuel
Grasping the moment, I breathe it in
I know at last that I can win

Now I’ve got you by my side
I’m unafraid, I need not hide
The spell is broken, the bonds are gone
I’ve burned my baggage, I’m moving on

Sweep up the anguish, tie it all in
To a little bin bag that’s weak and thin
That’s all it takes to get rid of the waste
Do it with resolve if not in haste

Little boy hurting, little girl lost
No longer counting their personal cost
They've slighted the ferryman, paid off the clowns
And dispersed the fog that shadows the downs
Dispersed the fog that shadows the downs


(Gary Miller)

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Written, Composed and Arranged by Gary Miller

GARY MILLER - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Bass, Percussion
DARREN TANSLEY - Piano, Keyboards
JAKE LUCAS - Drums
HELEN TEMPERLEY - Backing Vocals

Recorded at The Forum Music Centre, Darlington, County Durham
Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Chris Davison
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Except : -
Piano & Keyboards recorded at Moonhare Studio, East Anglia
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Illustration, Design and Layout by Helen Temperley
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