Originally Posted By: RichMac
A very sad story. You are quite the poet. I enjoyed the song.
Sonny


Originally Posted By: RichMac
Here's another from 50/90.
Hope you like this one. It's a bit somber.
Any comments welcome.

https://soundcloud.com/tuigorge/frankie-509033

Only 2 backing tracks
Guitar - RT 1814 - Celtic Air
Piano - RT 1262 - Pop Shining

We buried Len up the hillside in Waitangi facing the sea and the sunrise. The Onyx wrecked on the reef. His wartime wounds caught up at last and stopped his warm heart. The misty rain, keening wind and wailing ancient kuias unnerve us. Buy you a beer said Nick the greek and it was all on. No supply ship and no beer in the pub so we get wiped out on jugs of rum and coke and ouzo then back to the camp somehow. Leo asks me what I said to Frankie that made him cry. No memory of it then I left the island for home. Next time I see Leo he tells me Frankie washed up on the beach below the wharf and my memory slowly clears.
Your a good for nothing wharf rat. Drinking, smoking, yarning, sitting there all day. Blocking my unloading, getting in the way. You'd do everyone a favour if you'd jump in the tide and drown your bloody self. Maybe one day he did. Sorry Frankie.
Theres nothing as useless as sorry.

Frankie
Frankie crying at the bar leaking rum and coke
Off our heads on spirits brains gone up in smoke
Bare plank floor battered jugs great big rolls of cash
20 bucks a point at darts Lens wake we're on the bash

Frankie's such a nice old chap laughin like a loon
Taking up the loading berth been there all after-noon
I can't get in can't get out for beer smokes and talk
He's makin life so bloody hard acting like a dork

Frankies sad and Frankies blue Tell Ya Frankie I am too
Heres a message just for you Tell you what to do

I tell Frankie straight hes a dirty damn dis-grace
A hopeless helpless useless gas-baging waste of space
He should pull himself to-gether and I be-lieve we'd all a-gree
Row out to deep water and jump into the sea
It may-be that one dark day that's just what he did

Frankies sad and Frankies blue Tell Ya Frankie I am too
Heres a message just for you Tell you what to do

Cant remember all of what I said there at the bar
Years later as my head clears it all seems so biz-arre
He washed up on the beach inside the wharf below the pub
I wonder did he slip or did he jump