In these dark days, I'm privileged enough to be able to escape to places like Ingleby Incline, which many people from Teesside know well. It an interesting place which was once an industrial focus for Iron ore mining, but all that is now gone, leaving rural ghosts from the past. A brief history is here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosedale_Railway
Ironically, when I visited to take the photograph for this Soundcloud page, I heard many military jets rehearsing for a performance I hope never happens.
Lyrics:
What they say about the town I live in
It’s easy to drive yourself
Out to the Incline
When I’ve had enough of cold concrete streets
I just head due south to dream
I am only turning seventeen
I’m like my father
I take things to heart
So I take myself off to that place in my mind
I’m like my father
I take things apart
And I’m never quite able to put them back right
Tell myself I’ll travel in time at the Incline
Lungs are screaming “Yes, you’re alive” as I climb
The Incline
As I climb I taste the sweat on my lips
And I think of forgotten lives
Slaves to the Incline
Families living at the top of the Moor
Working their hands to bone
Guiding down the heavy iron ore
I’m like my father
I take things to heart
So I take myself off to that place in my mind
I’m like my father
I take things apart
And I’m never quite able to put them back right
Tell myself I’ll travel in time at the Incline
Lungs are screaming “Yes, you’re alive” as I climb
The Incline
No longer they dwell
Gone are the men
Men of The Incline
This story’s untold
On this lonely Moor
New is The Incline
