Eastbourne
MP3
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