Heres the words that Paul Smith wrote about Trevone that inspired the lyrics for the song from Paul Smith (Maximo Park) and Peter Brewis (Field Music). It shows how much of an effect the place has on people... even Rock Stars! by Paul Smith People fling themselves at the oncoming tide with unconstrained glee. They hold their boards as warriors would have held shields on a medieval battleground, flinching on impact as water bubbles up their noses, running riot like a shaken-up fizzy drink. The wily ones are taken by the wave, momentarily helpless yet free, before scrambling amongst the foam for an even setting. Red and yellow flags billow wildly, echoing the crop fields above that move and flow with an invisible tug of war. From down on the beach, the fields look shallow; the icing on the cliff-top; its history ingrained into its rippled face - the staunch, cautionary border where the seas strength is finally rebuffed. Later, above the sands, clambering over violent orange growth that occludes chalky spots in the turf, we discover a vast blowhole concealed by the horizon. The further you climb, the more obvious it becomes; a smooth ring in the grass that funnels through the earth to reveal the crashing water below in its eye; a geological oddity. Dead sandcastles subside and await encroaching flurries of water, one of which will be crisp enough to demolish them. The lifeguard scouts his cove, wrapped up in a protective, padded red suit, like a sun eskimo on lookout duty. His tanned feet, revealed by sandals, continue to shuffle about, a lithe counterpoint to his swathed upper body. A young man performs handstands while a father removes sand from his daughters eye. Walking downhill earlier, we passed a chapel and a village hall, both made from the same type of grey slate that seems impervious to the coastal weather, whichever extreme it swings towards, often in the same day. The sobriety of their colour portrays a hardiness and practicality necessary for everyday survival in a weather-beaten area at the mercy of seasonal contrasts. The rocks that scatter the bay are the raw examples of natures temperament in these parts. Two bistered tusks loiter, side by side. One isolated hunk in particular leans towards the mainland for support. Up close, the dark shale surface is periodically exposed, unveiling a milky-white layer akin to the sight of a hippo opening its mouth to reveal dazzling pink gums. At the cliff face, a dog bounds by, so sure of its footing on the greasy rocks, pausing with its head held high, observing; tongue lolling. Depending on your angle, the pattern of rocks alters, stone corridors appear and slim stretches of sand emerge. Side-step a few metres and the whole world opens up.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 21:19:13 +0000
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