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Saturday

Saturday

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Logically enough, I wrote Saturday one Saturday morning.

Along with seven friends I was living in “The Braids”, a statuesque two storey house on Dunedin’s City Rise. On the Saturday in question I’d been up all night, and sat looking across the city as the sun rose over the harbour. The view was stunning, and the song tries to capture the feeling of a summer Saturday in 1970s Dunedin.

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Feel the city breathe,
Flexing her voice in the early dawn
Open up your eyes to hours alone,
Silent under the overcloud
Ice-glass harbour, sullen silent sky
Weekend workers’ morning yawns
Prick the still dawn

Midday soothes the patchy clouds from the sky
Summer reappears
Hiding hidden laughter inside her eyes
The city puts her smile on
Sail-specked surf sparks in the singing sun
Children’s voices taste the ripening clean green day

It’s OK

Lie in the sun and feel the warm flowing through me
I’ve got a dream gun and nothing that you do can harm me

No

Twilight finds a frame for food and friends
Evening hours kiss the parting grin of day

Saturday

Lie in the sun and feel the warm flowing through me
I’ve got a dream gun and nothing that you do can harm me

[note color=”#86c440″]Leigh Harrison © APRA 1977[/note]