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 Friday, March 19, 2004
 Time and tide...| posted by Simon |
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 I got up this morning to the sound of the wind howling around the eaves. The tide was in, and the breakers were a good twenty to thirty feet high when they hit the harbour wall. Later, after I had dropped Tracy at the shop, I was in the kitchen making breakfast when I heard the sirens. I thought nothing of it; it's a common sound even out here in the northern hinterland. I have just found out that two men have been pulled out of the Solway; one of them was taking photographs of the tide and fell in. The other jumped in to save the first one. The photographer is ok; the man that jumped in to save him is dead.
 
 I suppose sometimes it's better to mind your own business, but sometimes you just have to help. The song lyrics, below, have been going round in my head for a little while. To me, they are about nosey neighbours and the conclusions they jump to. But sometimes you have to be nosey; sometimes you just have to help !
 
 Tom Waits - What's he building ?
 
 What's he building in there?
 What the hell is he building In there?
 He has subscriptions to those
 Magazines... He never
 Waves when he goes by
 He's hiding something from
 The rest of us... He's all
 To himself... I think I know
 Why... He took down the
 Tire swing from the Peppertree
 He has no children of his
 Own you see... He has no dog
 And he has no friends and
 His lawn is dying... and
 What about all those packages
 He sends. What's he building in there?
 With that hook light
 On the stairs. What's he building
 In there... I'll tell you one thing
 He's not building a playhouse for
 The children what's he building
 In there?
 
 Now what's that sound from under the door?
 He's pounding nails into a
 Hardwood floor... and I
 Swear to god I heard someone
 Moaning low... and I keep
 Seeing the blue light of a
 T.V. show...
 He has a router
 And a table saw... and you
 Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
 There's poison underneath the sink
 Of course... But there's also
 Enough formaldehyde to choke
 A horse... What's he building
 In there. What the hell is he
 Building in there? I heard he
 Has an ex-wife in some place
 Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
 And he used to have a
 consulting business in Indonesia...
 but what is he building in there?
 What the hell is building in there?
 
 He has no friends
 But he gets a lot of mail
 I'll bet he spent a little
 Time in jail...
 I heard he was up on the
 Roof last night
 Signaling with a flashlight
 And what's that tune he's
 Always whistling...
 What's he building in there?
 What's he building in there?
 
 We have a right to know...
 
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