Afterglow

Pic by Agente Artehormiga Lyrics by Genesis

Pic by Agente Artehormiga

Lyrics by Genesis

The gig had been a good one... the crowd had responded well, appreciated the performance and the band appreciated the appreciation and performed more, in a virtuous circle. That’s the drug; that’s what keeps the singer singing, keeps the songs fresh despite countless repetition, that taps deep into the emotions which makes performing live so rewardingly exhausting. It was time for the song. The signature song; no break, just a bridge to segue into the opening bars and a roar erupted around the auditorium. The lights dimmed, leaving the stage in darkness, just one coloured spotlight on the singer, his sweat cooled, and despite the heat of the stage he shivered. The song that took the time to write as it does to perform had become one of the best known and best that the band had produced, some said it marked a transition for them. But for now, for now, his voice was all, he filled his lungs, and sang as his God given voice would allow.

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Like the dust that settles all around me,

I must find a new home.

The ways and holes that used to give me shelter,

Are all as one to me now.

But I, I would search everywhere

Just to hear your call,

And walk upon stranger roads than this one

In a world I used to know before.

I miss you more.

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Something was going to happen, he could sense it. The first grass cuttings shed their powerful aroma, green foliage was intense with the freshness of spring and flowers were vivid. The two boys made their way with a sense of inevitability to the house which basked in the warmth of the sun. Sunbeams cut though mote filled air and shadows willowed across walls. The house seemed to welcome them in, gently folding its walls around them, the sound of girlish giggles from upstairs rippled throughout and seemed to sharpen his senses to a hyper-real pitch. Colours became supersaturated, sound amplified, even the stillness of the air could be heard. Upstairs and the bathroom door opened, and he caught his breath for there she was, the frighteningly beautiful blonde girl from next door, the sister of his mate, subject of many a childish fantasy, and now he had to grow up beyond his years; she let her towel drop and his pulse quickened, heartbeat pounded in his head, his face flushed, the air crackled with the intensity of the moment; she glided past in her nubile nudity and the boys followed her into the bedroom where she’d slept over with her friend.

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Than the sun reflecting off my pillow,

Bringing the warmth of new life.

And the sounds that echoed all around me,

I caught a glimpse of in the night.

But now, now I’ve lost everything,

I give to you my soul.

The meaning of all that I believed before

Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

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The sailor woke. He’d been in a deep, deep sleep and felt totally and utterly relaxed, his body deliciously inert, his mind empty, for once no demons, at peace. The flat was silent, the spring air, even in the city, felt fresh. The unfamiliar surroundings felt... comfortable. There was no doubt, he was smug, and felt he had cause to be. The cruise where they’d met had been a good one. The sailor had accepted the job at the last minute, standing in for another that didn’t turn up. A weather window opened and they’d made it to Cherbourg for the weekend, where a most entertaining time had been enjoyed by one and all; fair stood the wind for England, a broadish reach return; by which time, the scent had been picked up and the chase was well and truly on. Her call later, her soft, velvety voice and deep rich laugh, welcomed him into her life. A pell mell motorbike dash across London behind a courier, never to be done again; a shared Lush bath. Everything was just so... they’d known each other for a heartbeat and a lifetime; how could that be? How... could... that...be? A rare connection had been made; he stretched like a lazy cat; a cat with the cream; and she stirred, woke and smiled, her soft brown eyes sparkled, her un-tameable black hair was wild, and she looked to him so totally and utterly desirable, his heart dissolved, and in that moment, in that moment, he felt he knew what love was; he was totally gone, out there, in the zone, his mind was empty of all else other than her; her scent, her musk, the feel of her skin, the beat of her heart, the perfect shape of her imperfect body, and her inexplicable acceptance of him; she wrapped herself around him and lovingly accepted his physical self as only a woman can.

And I would search everywhere

Just to hear your call,

And walk upon stranger roads than this one

In a world I used to know before.

For now, now I’ve lost everything,

I give to you my soul.

The meaning of all that I believed before

Escapes me in this world of none,

I miss you more.

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The singer’s last word died away, the band reached a climax, a crescendo of synthesised sound, moody Moogs, bass guitar beats, drum rolls and symbols rippling as they played out to the end. The end. The final performance. The song had served them well, always performed with love it had repaid them many times for bringing it into existence, appreciated by many, it had become a classic for the cult. But it was time to change, time to move on, perhaps to be revisited at some distant future point, but for now to be left trapped, frozen, stored on vinyl disks and magnetic tape, boxed up and preserved like so many things as a memory.

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I miss you more

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