Somebody Else's Slides
Words & Music: Pat Drummond (4.24)
Dateline: The Aussie Markets, Kempsey, NSW. For
the unknown, but lovely, lady in the slides,
On the highway out of Kempsey, to the north side
of the town,
there's a trash and treasure market where the
tourists slow down.
In a cupboard near the corner, where the cameras
I opened a box filled with somebody else's
I asked the man at the counter whose memories that
but he was new to the town and said he wasn't
but he thought they belonged to a widow who'd died
and they came with the camera. They were somebody
But they showed how she'd grown from a girl in her
to the bride by the side of the man of her
from the middle-aged matron to the widow who'd
and nobody wanted them. They were somebody else's
Now I suppose that I was angered by the way she'd
been cast aside.
so I paid for the boxes and I took them
But it's often such moments when chaos collides
I got more than I bargained for with somebody
For there was one where she stood with a full
and "Runaway Grandma" written on the side of her
It was the the Riverlands Festival in 1993
and I know that's when it was...
because the person beside her was me.
For in a crowd of a thousand she'd been one of
who had asked for a photo on the year I'd come
With my arm round this stranger and my eyes open
I was staring out into my future from somebody
I suppose, as we go from the hope of our teens,
every camera that's captured the call of our
has bathed us in colour and has laid us aside.
You see we're all frozen moments in somebody
And all these stories I've told you,
all these songs that I write,
they are just memories stolen from somebody else's
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