[Intro - SPOKEN FEMALE] Tarifa is a special place… has been for thousands of years. Mediterranean meets Atlantic… Europe touches Africa. The wind, the luth, the hentay… All life passes this way… some day. (We’ve seen a fraction of its treasures… We’ll never forget our Tarifenian Sunsets) [Interlude] [Pre-Verse - SPOKEN MALE] Levantay sunset… Bronzed gold skies… Kites kicking and palms pounding… Dark cotton clouds stream out to sea… Floating over the rippling river. [Verse 1 - FEMALE VOCALS] Morocco fades, sand blows off shore. Fire yellow disc, drowns in dark blue seas. Dark towers scan foamy ocean, calling back lost boards. Cruzcampo cans clatter along the dusty streets. (And still they kite) [Verse 2] Sunset suppers… selfies snap, the horizon glows. Angels race through scarlet seas, heading back to port. Flood lights mark the pampered futbol pitch. Laughter and life… promises of fun to come. (And still they play) [Interlude] [Verse 3] Chance meetings, an old amigo. Soak up the culture mix. Generations dare to dream. Young thoughts stretch church and state. Architectures of old, bend to modern memes. (And so they build new lives) [Chorus] The horses reach the busy old town. Young riders risk cobbles. Priests bless proud steeds. Cabelleros, casitas, chatter and castanets. Dancing and laughter, lift the windy night. (Always, such passion for life) [Verse 4] Flamenco drives the Feria, into early hours. The giant Saltamontay jumps the stars. Fireworks rock the midnight sky, Feria almost done. Late revellers in smoky madrugada air. (At last… the sounds of silence decend…) [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 5] Streets cleaned, rides dismantled. A moment’s rest… Season spent, crowds crawl home. Each step shorter, breathing harder. Time ticks, plans made. Each day, new wonders… Each night, a refuge. (Memories made mantras, thoughts our only friends) [Verse 6] Time to move on, new places to explore. The end of an era… what’s next in store. Entitlement slows Enlightenment. Consume less, care more. We all need inner peace. (Strange world, gets stranger… Nowhere left to rest) [Verse 7] Dreams packed in our suitcase… So easy to pick up. Now we head to new places… From ego thinking… to eco living. (We might just find our way) [Outro - SPOKEN MALE VOICE] I will be back in Tarifa one day… Dust added to sand… Spirit flying across the waves… Heading for a promised land! Joys and tears we’ve shared over years… should help us find our way… See you on the flip side Jan Jan. *Laughter* (And still they kite)
