Duncan Down
Standing at the top of Duncan Down,
Before me I can see the whole of the town,
Stretch out to the sea,Standing at the top of Duncan Down,
There’s no escape from what’s troubling me now,
No not this time,All I ever do is wander around and end up here,
All I ever do is stare at the ground,
Miss what’s in front of me,I wonder if time’s standing still,
I’m running on a tread mill,
The world turns around again,
But here I still remain,Malaise follows me,
Clings like a shadow,
I can’t shake it off.
Williams, 1997. One of our oldest songs, but as yet unused. Will probably be on the next album. Originally written as joke: “I bet you can’t write a stadium rock epic about Whitstable”. Who needs drum kits on mountains or guitar solos in the desert when you can have them on our very own lush, green Duncan Down (but mind that dog turd and burnt-out car! Too late!).