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I was sitting in the kitchen, wearing my new haircut, thinking about dinner (baked cod with a pesto crust, served with sweet potato and salad) while listening to some music on 'shuffle' and this song came on and I just had to blog it because it is just the bees knees. I used to sing this live in an Edinburgh pub and since I am interested in Icarian things, I forgot these lines - But the sea is wide and I can't swim over and neither have I wings to fly - and then we find we are back to this idea of escape and return to and from an island, and sea and boats and flying:
