David Heavenor: Music
THE BROKEN APPOINTMENT
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A song for you if you’ve ever arranged to meet someone and they haven’t showed because they got a better offer. I always think of a character kicking his heels at the bandstand at the entrance to Blackford Hill in Edinburgh on Cluny Drive. This is one of Edinburgh’s Seven Hills with leafy glades, algae gilded lake and its own observatory to the stars perched on the summit. At school I had various obsessions with writers - one being Thomas Hardy and his bittersweet verses about unrequited love. . A short extract below.
Also a song about the march of time I suppose. That’s why I love Michael Marra’s song Constable Le Clock. (Posted Sober – get it now) One of my favourite song’s ever.
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THE BROKEN APPOINTMENT
I've been thinking of you with time on my hands
It came to me in this strange way
There I stood on the corner of the park
Waiting for you after dark
The traffic choked and time rushed on
Then I noticed that you'd come and gone
And silence met me like that Thomas Hardy poem
He tapped on my shoulder and said 'You're all alone'
And nobody mentioned that there once had been another time
Soft and warm in your arms
So come on join me in this temporal affair
Are you stranded without belief?
There you stare from the border of your desk
Just like some superstarved Intelligence Chief
And I hear the President has come to play
His whole entourage has filled your Frigidaire
And they feed him sandwiches from plastic trays
Stamped with a logo that says 'I love you babe'
And all his friends stare out from prime-time screens
Relaxed in the postures of their ease
I hold back my head, hold my hands up, hold my heart
Hold out this song in front of you
For when the time was right and you appeared
There's nothing else I have to do
The time was right and you appeared
And all you said was 'I see you'
Then time came to me and he split my boots
Called me a stranger without roots
Blown up on a pavement on some wind-crazed day
Where you'd arrived ... just to walk away
And I called him a devil and I named him a thief
Using my lifetime for his light relief
And when I walked back to the corner where you'd set your play
A boy arrived, a girl walked away
And the trees were swaying and the town band played
'Oh, I believe in yesterday’
‘You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.’ – Thomas Hardy