46 South

by Nolan Henigan.

bluff

There’s a place where rugged rocks
Rise up from the sea – A place where
some ships failed to pass
A lighthouse stands on Stirling point
Flashing out to sea – Driving rain
and winter nights fall hard

Questions run deeper than Bluff hill and the sea
What the hell am I still doing here –
My soul is trapped in this god forsaken place
No one understand me but I try – Sometimes
there are no reasons why

Fishing boats steam the tide –
Steaming from the straight
Their catch the life line for our town
– Foreign flag ships steal our fish
Beehive sponsored crime.

The smelter spews it’s smoke at night
– Heavy metal Gig

Questions run deeper than Bluff hill and the sea
What the hell am I still doing here – My soul is trapped in this god forsaken placeNo one understand me but I try – Sometimes there are no reasons why

46 South