Chimney Pots

A track from the sole session by BBC studio manager Bill Aitken. Featured on the following shows:
*8 December 1975 (first broadcast of Peel session)
*2 February 1976 (repeat of above)
Also featured at least twice during the same period on Alan Freeman's Saturday Show.
Never commercially released.
Lyric:
Far behind the chimney pots the sun goes down, the evening gold has turned to black.
It’s been so long since I’ve been home, it’s in my mind, but I don’t think I’m going back.
I’d only feel “sigh”, I wonder why?
The things I knew have all been changed and no-one there will know my name.
Watch the days go rolling on, a leaf comes tumbling, falling dead upon the ground.
Books of numbered pages, now don’t miss a word, there’ll be no second time around.
And read what you can today, my friend,
Because tomorrow is a lie – he’ll pass you by before the end.
Turn the falling hours into sand
See the ashes crumble in my hand
Summer flies past quickly, blink your eyes and see the green has all been turned to brown.
Catch your own reflection, then you cry out for the past, but no-one hears a sound.
And memories fade in winter’s cold.
The only friends you’ll have are there inside your mind, ’cause now you’re old.
           Turn the falling hours into sand
           See the ashes crumble in my hand
           Turn the falling hours into sand
           See the ashes crumble in my hand….
© 1975 Bill Aitken
*Bill Aitken biography
Category:1975
Category:Songs