Welcome to my one and only song with a reggae beat! I wrote the lyrics whilst skiving with countless others on Brighton beach in 1990. I think it was a Wednesday afternoon in July, it was a scorcher and far too nice to be stuck in an office! Taken me almost 27 years to get around to recording it.
https://soundcloud.com/bill-saunders/roasting-on-the-stonesThanks as ever if you take a listen.
ROASTING ON THE STONES
Same view, different scene
The windswept warmth of summer seas
The lazy heat, no holiday
Reminds me of a guilty feeling in distant days
Seagulls flying over burning skins
Seaweed odours blowing in
Office girls plan sick days with full intention
And their striking lack of beach wear demands attention
From promanarding old men surveying the beach
Oh but what they see is way beyond their reach
Hot stones crazy laughter
Cannot hide heavy shades, penetrating eyes
Oh at this time of year
You can find us all here
A chance to rest our weary weary bones
By roasting...roasting on the stones
Sea spray salty lips
Paparazzi radio with travel tips
Against a back cloth of shimmering hotels
Tired Guchis squeak towards their wishing wells
Can't close my mind to what I cannot find