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Growing up around the Medway towns of
Rainham and Rochester - I spent a lot of my
time playing on and around the River Medway.
I was very
fortunate to be able to go out on my friends
on a boat. Swimming and exploring the old
Napoleon / war time forts on the small
islands in the estuary, the Isle of Grain
and being on land that industry has turned
its back on many years ago. Fishing off of
'The Old Steel Fields' in Gillingham.
As I
discovered drink, females and cigarettes as
we do! The area became even more significant
and inspiring to me.
I wrote
'Isle of Rain' (a play on words from The
Isle of Grain) about those heady days of our
youth, things like finding (who you think)
is your ideal girl friend, feeling in love
besotted, but kind of lost and confused all
at the same time - then realising a few
years later that it all never really
mattered anyway! How quickly we forget those
moments that seemed so intense, so important
at the time.
ISLE OF RAIN
When my mind travels back
With the help of a drink
To those old steel fields
Where we used to sit an drink
But it ain't up to me
To be so judgmental
And it ain't up to me
To be so sentimental
(Chorus...)
Don’t you remember?
Don't you remember me at all?
Well it doesn't surprise me It doesn't
surprise me at all
We walked back through the town
And up over Rochester Bridge
And over to Strood
And it's damp thoroughfare
Walled in for a while
And over to the isle of Grain
Out on to the marsh
Out to the Isle of Rain
Chorus...
We walked back to the Wharf
Both so deep in our thoughts
Sat down with some tins
I remember the scent of your skin
The mist from the Medway Fell all around us
And I wanted to be…..
….all that you wanted me to…
and I wanted to be…
All that you wanted me to…
Chorus...
Lyrics
written by Paul Johnson
Copyright ©
TCHY 2005
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