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No tears from a summer cloud
'Til off the shore the stars come rolling out
As the voices fade, tired of bad advice she whispers

Watch the moon, can't you see?
This is me

Shorley Wall, she's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Where the ocean swells and leaves you small
She's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Just watch the moon rise up on Shorley Wall
Who could ask for more?

If life is an open book
She'd rather read the pictures for a while
Let the bastards moan
Cause where she falls she falls and she says

Give me time, I need to find
Who I am inside

Shorley Wall, she's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Where the ocean swells and leaves you small
She's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Just watch the moon rise up on Shorley Wall
Who could ask for more?

Can you see the moonlight like a chandelier across the ocean where the mermaids sing?
Take your shoes off
And step into the ocean on the path of light!

Like a broken arrow, I'll catch the tail wind and draw the clouds, burning sugar, as black as smoke, closing walls; I open my heart. She sings when she hurts. It's good to sink deep inside, to my only touchstone. She's a friend in the dark, my strength, my memories. She delights in torture, but she holds my hand and never shields me. Because the best shield is to accept the pain, then what can really destroy me? Let me close my eyes and lie invisible, and perhaps the clouds will pass through me.


Written By:
D. Popplewell/A. Flett
 
Found On:
The Story So Far
Shorley Wall EP
The Magic Treehouse
Shorley Wall
Hey! Tour Bootleg: Radio Oob (Live)
 
Quotes:
Dan: Shorley Wall, as the story goes, is about a girl who's being pushed into making a decision on her career by her family and boyfriend, and runs away to a dilapidated seaside town to sell seashells on the seashore. One night mermaids, dancing crabs and King Neptune appear before her and tempt her into the water. This recording was a brilliant coming together of chance elements. Andy had this cracking melody but with no words. I'd been wanting to write a song for ages about not knowing where your life will take you, I'd had a conversation the week before with a girl in Scotland about her dad pushing her into being a dentist, I'd just watched an American film about a lonely girl trying to make a living in an off-season seaside resort. Then during the recording Sophie thought of mermaids singing in the background. We were all getting into the picturesque vibe up there in my bedroom, when we were still poor. And then Sophie did that amazing performance of the poem at the end; breaking into tears while we were recording.


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