Inspired by Mary Kingsley's description of the bands of colour of the coastline of the Bight of Benin on the hinge of Africa in 1890 in her book "Travels in West Africa" and secondly by a a freight ship journey out of North Shields down the east and south coasts of England to Portsmouth. The lyrics tell the story, the bass notes of the guitar are the pistons in the engine room.

Lyrics

Out of North Shields,
with the South to frame the Tyne.
Down to the Humberside,
where fishing’s had its time.
All along the rugged coast,
sealed tight by jutting jaws.
Sits a beautiful lady,
strutting hems of golden shores.
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From Skyward Blue,
to foliage green.
To sand so yellow makes
the sea look blue green.
These bands of color collide
and pass on by me
They're so like a Concertina,
turns a melody

Down to the Wash
To Dickens of estuaries.
Down to the White Cliffs,
Long seen off by ol' Frenchies
Sailed by Seven Sisters,
with spines to arch their backs
Onto the Victory at Pompey
was a Powder Monkey Trap
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Like folds in lantern paper,
colors ripple in the breeze.
Like an old black Squeeze Box,
breathes easy when it’s squeezed
From sky to land
to where the lee shore meets the sea
Returns to me…
a revolving melody.
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