eastbourne


Written: 1985
Released: 1999 on 'October'



Along the promenade
Their lives are getting shorter
Just deckchairs have a future
Holding up an old soldier
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

They wander in lines of four
Still clinging to the great war
Or maybe the one before
Does it matter anymore
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home


And along the promenade
The brass band's playing Elgar
Pomp tiddley omp
Tiddley om pom pom
Pom pom
And while the men are bowling
The old dears are patrolling
Both petting and cajoling
Young men who are out strolling
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

Their diamonds hide their years
Their earrings drip like tears
They stroll along the piers
Like walking chandeliers
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home


And along the promenade
The brass band's playing Wagner
Pom tiddley om
Tiddley om pom pom
Pom pom
Their horizons are the ground
As they walk without a sound
It's winter all year round
As they wait to go to ground
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

They still clutch the photograph
Of their loving better half
Who has this for epitaph
He went out without his scarf
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home


And along the promenade
Their hearts are beating softer
Pom tiddley om
Tiddley om pom pom
Pom pom
Pom
Pom
Pom

© Philip Jeays 1985
Philip Jeays © Sean K

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