CROP CIRCLES

I N S P I R A T I O N

On the night of 15th August 1993, a couple of lads had been smoking spliffs on Weymouth Quay, having watched the town firework display. The following day it was reported that crop circles had appeared in a field at Bincombe (the fields beside the Ridgeway, on the main road dropping down into Upwey, which lies just outside the town). The crop circles were linked to the witnessing of recent lights in the sky. Press reports at the time said that a hoaxer would have had to be very quick as the night was short and clear. Well, just to fill in the gap, they were. 

I entered this song in the 2012 UK Songwriting Contest. It was scored 8 out of 10 and was deemed a semi finalist. I am not sure what that means, but it gives me pleasure. You can listen to the track on Soundcloud.


Crop Circles   

I have an eye for perspective. Perspective and myself seem to gel.

Some people say I am gifted, but it is what I have always done well.

I go to my shed when the world is asleep, my mind is alive with hope.

I load up my truck with a scaffold plank, a pole, and a length of rope.

Chorus

After midnight, I drive to a field, then toil until just before dawn,

Tiptoeing down through the tramlines, making circles in the corn.

 

I have studied hieroglyphics, I build them into my work.

I cannot say it comes easy. I am not one to shirk.

I incorporate aztec symmetry, with a celtic knot or a twist.

Nothing is outwith possibility, with a skillful flick of the wrist.

 

Words like “extra terrestrial”, to my creations have been applied.

When I hear of visitations by aliens, it fills me up inside.

My stuff is published on “youtube”, from many angles and views.

It was never in my wildest dreams, to make the 6 o’clock news.

 

My thoughts are easy but restless. It’s the way things seem to wend.

I know how to follow a contour. I never follow a trend.

I swear myself to secrecy. My mother knows not what I do.

When she asks for my opinion, I say, “I haven’t got a clue”.


Paul J Openshaw (August 2012)


and with chords….

Verse 1

C                                         G             G7                                                                 C  

I have an eye for perspective. Perspective and myself seem to gel.

C                                           G                G7                                                             C

Some people say I am gifted, but it is what I have always done well.

C                                                G                                 G7                                     C

I go to my shed when the world is asleep, my mind is alive with hope.

C                                                G                              G7                                            C

I load up my truck with a scaffold plank, a pole, and a length of rope.


Chorus

Am                            Em                                  F                                      G

After midnight, I drive to a field, then toil until just before dawn,

C                                                        G                               G7                           C

Tiptoeing down through the tramlines, making circles in the corn.


Verse 2 same as verse 1

I have studied hieroglyphics, I build them into my work.

I cannot say it comes easy. I am not one to shirk.

I incorporate aztec symmetry, with a celtic knot or a twist.

Nothing is outwith possibility, with a skillful flick of the wrist.


Verse 3 

Am                                    Em                       F                                       G

Words like “extra terrestrial”, to my creations have been applied.

Am                                                   Em            F                     G

When I hear of visitations by aliens, it fills me up inside.

C                                                  G                           G7                             C

My stuff is published on “youtube”, from many angles and views.

C                                      G                               G7                                C

It was never in my wildest dreams, to make the 6 o’clock news.


Verse 4 same as verse 1 and 2

My thoughts are easy but restless. It’s the way things seem to wend.

I know how to follow a contour. I never follow a trend.

I swear myself to secrecy. My mother knows not what I do.

When she asks for my opinion, I say, “I haven’t got a clue”.

© Paul J Openshaw 2012