The Broomway

from Tape Machine by The Grizzly Folk

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We are out to sea
We're off our own coast
Caught out on the Broomway
We've been searching for a ghost
From Wakering to Foulness
And here we are, embarked
Cornered by a tide
On a path unclearly marked

Light vessels on the line
Where the gray becomes the blue
The white mist closes in
And these dangers here aren't new
Visions here are beamed
From a place of vicious hearsay
Our pride is turned against us
And our knees will feel the doomsway

This path that never was
Unpassable but gleaming
A shard of Kentish ragstone
Overt in helpless meaning

The path was never there
Just a shadow in the frost
The wild compass reeling
And Shelford Head now lost
New Burwood Head now lost
And from Fairisle down to Biscay
All souls lost at sea
Last seen on the Broomway

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from Tape Machine, released November 6, 2020
Written, performed and produced by Jon Wilks & Jon Nice.

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The Grizzly Folk Hampshire, UK

The Grizzly Folk used to perform regularly, bringing their absurdist, psychedelic version of British folk and surrealism to the masses. These days, the main members have been scattered by the four winds and perform only when their gaolers allow.

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