The lost Singles

We recorded at Airborne studios two tracks,

Need your lovin and you Look so good, back in the early 80,s 

Dave Clapham: blues Harp/ vocals/Acoustic Guitar.

John Bushelle: Lead/Rhythm Guitar /Backing vocals

Bob Smith: Bass guitar/Backing vocals

 Martin cuthbert: Drums/Backing vocals

Engneered by Geoff Steller

Words & Music Dave Clapham

 The Zoo

 Words, Music & Performance By John Bushelle

The Sevenkeys

Myan legends from the past, with a hint of mythical

superstitions whispered on the streets.

Indian tales in the form of spiritual chants late at night when the coals of the fire were low.

The Druids in the southern England worshiped the in the ring of a stones.

Dream time of the great stones that came from the red earth in harsh outback of Australia.

Mike Cranshaw was one person trying to put all the peace's together so many stories.

Stories that had been told through the ages, of the keystones it was a tale of riches and power

but the stories were old and considered as folklore unreliable. Of the Seven Keys mike had one.ã

http://sevenkeys.bigblog.com.au Chapter1&2                                                                                                                                                  

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 Chapter 3
It had only taken two days to find a skipper with a yacht for charter and another day to talk him into it, plus a bottle of rum to agree on the price.
The sails bellowed out against the blue sky, as the bow lurched up and down with the movement of the ocean. Marsea, written in large black lettering across the stern.
Silicon looked back at the harbour now small from the distance they had sailed that morning.
The yacht lurched, a fresh gust of wind filled out the sails, creaking as they stretched and bellowed out.
They were following the coast line as close as the skipper dared to.
“Silicon make sure you don’t miss anything on the horizon, they come up quick”.
“who do”
“Lets say opportunist who will stop at nothing”
“what Pirates”
“yeah that’s one name for them”
He went back to cleaning his gun, making sure the oil rag had done its job properly, then pulled the bolt action back and checked down the barrel.
A week of smooth sailing had past by, Chaylon and Silicon were lazing on the deck soaking up the late afternoon sun, when Frank yelled
“Sails on the starboard” and reefed on the mainsail.
“Silicon get up on the bow, it will be touch and go come nightfall, we might just have a chance if we stay near the reefs.”
“How do you know it’s Pirates” silicon said as he reefed on the Jib.
“I don’t, ah, Chaylon can you get my carbine and ammo ?”
She fumbled with it and dropped it on the deck then fell over as wave hit the bow she got back to her feet and passed the rifle. He put it in between his legs and thumbed opened the ammo box. Pumped some bullets into the chamber and put the rest into his pocket, dropping a few on the deck which then rolled back and forth with the steady movement of the Yacht as it lurched forward into the swell.
“But we are not hanging around to see if we are invited for afternoon tea and scones” He said in his thick English accent. Frank had sail the sea’s for most of his life. Charter was his main income he had inherited money from his rich uncle. Who had looked after him, arter his parents had been killed in the Second World War. With the bombing of London.
The Marsea punched through the swell as it lurched towards the shore heading closer to the razor sharp coral reefs, missing the hidden dangers under the water, by maybe half a meter. Silicon was indicating to the left or right, never taking his eyes off the water.
The large vessel on the horizon looked as if it hadn’t moved off its current course. The bow always pointed in their direction, growing bigger as the hours passed by.

The sun was just on the horizon, as fifty caliber fired its first shots, sending spouts of water along the side of the yacht. Another burst on the fifty caliber splintered holes along on the bow just missing Silicon’s hand and then ripped into the deck and the top of the cabin. He looked down and then closed his eyes. The reef was on both sides of the yacht. The vessel hitting the coral made a loud scraping sound, stopped for a split second and then was free, he looked back at Frank
“I thought we’d had it then Frank”.
“Don’t get too happy we are not free yet”, Frank yelled. He swung the yacht shoreward, then braced himself against the wheel holding the carbine up to his shoulder. The yacht lurched to one side from a gust of wind. Frank steadied himself and let off three rounds.
The lookout and the gunner on the bow dived for cover as bullets exploded around them. Then frank let off a few more shots and emptied the carbine and as he reloaded, the fifty calibre, spat out another bust of bullets which sprayed along side of the Marsea her deck taking only one hit. Frank fired another burst of bullets until the camber was empty again and then reloaded once more.
Frank yelled out “is every one ok”
as another burst of bullets batted the Marsea.
The vessel rose out of the water then stopped suddenly, throwing one of the pirates out onto the white water of the reef. The yacht rolled over to the starboard as fifty calibre came to life again, water spouts once again raced along side the Marsea. But it couldn’t keep up the chase as it was left to the mercy of the Coral and the swirling mass of white water from the Sea.
Frank sailed out of the reefs into calmer water not looking back into the darkness as twilight faded into the night. An hour passes by, Frank took out his map “Silicon this is the bay that you are after”,
“Okay, thanks for everything Frank. See you around”.
But frank didn’t say a word; he just put his finger in one of the bullet holes as they dived over the side into the dark waters. Frank held the spotlight on the beach until he saw them on the shoreline then pulled on the mainsail and came about and headed out to sea.
One week later
The sun was just clearing the horizon as a bird began its song of life; moving with incredible speed through the trees still wet with the night’s rain; swooping and flittering in all directions, as it scooped up the odd insect.
There came the sound of footsteps down the partly sunlit pathway, overgrown with vines, old trees and incredible tropical flowers in all different colours, birds scattered as the noise came closer. Silicon followed the pathway down to the white sands that ran out to meet the aqua blue ocean. He looked at the shore break and watched the enormous waves engulfing the beach, only to withdraw and to repeat the action over and over again. His gaze went out to the headland and there he could see large waves peeling off the reef, in perfect tubular motion continuing to unwind for three hundred meters. In the lull of each swell, a gentle offshore breeze smoothed the ocean out. Silicon had seen enough. He had stood there for thirty seconds and now was running back to his hut to get his board. A feeling of power and excitement was within him as he dodged the vines and flowers.
It seemed like no time at all to get back to his hut. He waxed up his board, giving it a good thick coat. He yelled out, gave a hoot and holler, as he picked up the board and ran back down the track.
He was down on the beach, standing and waiting for a lull in the shore break. He saw his chance and plunged into the water. Paddling as hard as he could, he just made it through the lip of a wave that crashed behind him, pulling him back a meter or two. The strength of the wave was incredible. He paddled straight towards the point where the waves stood up, pitched out and forming large cylinders, crashing down with a thunderous sound as they peeled off along the reef in their perfection, pitching out and forming line after, after line of large cylinders.
Silicon had paddled just beyond where the waves first hit the reef. Peeling left and right, he looked at the lefts, but he was a natural footer and it was easier for him to ride tubes with your face to the wave. He sat there for a little while, taking in the hot sunrays, beaming down from the blue skies, illuminating the ocean into brilliant green and blue colours. Silicon paddled into his first large wave. Dropped to the bottom and pulled a long line out in front of the wave, and then punched off a very hard bottom turn and raced along with the lip of the wave then Stalled his board and disappeared into the massive cylinder. Ten seconds later he was back into the sunlight the thunderous sound of the wave left behind. He moved right out in front of the wave and did huge cutback pushing it to his utmost limit. Going back towards the curl he hit the foam and was heading towards the beach again, working his board trying to get maximum speed, he could see a fast section was coming up. It folded over and he did a few speed turns and was around in front of the pounding white water pulling off another power turn off the bottom. Hit the lip with an incredible speed, sending him airborne. Crouching down to keep his balance, he landed just behind the lip which was driving hard down into the ocean floor silicon was in awe, all of his concentration on the wave; his mind completely involved with nature and freedom; the ride was at last coming to an end. The shore break was only a few metres away. Manoeuvring his board for the tube he disappeared. The wave collapsed onto the shoreline. When it had withdrawn Silicon was lying on the beach, his board being drawn back by the wave. He grabbed his leg rope and pulled it towards him
Laughing loudly feeling the adrenaline within him, he waited for a chance to paddle back out through the shore break again.
For four hours Silcon surfed these perfect waves. Fatigue now getting to him, he paddled into his last large swell and rode it right to the beach. Picking up his board, he walked slowly back to his little hut, smelling the perfume of the flowers and listening to the birds singing their songs. He was happy, this little paradise kept showing him only the beautiful things in life. Before he knew it, he had arrived back at the hut.
Chaylon came running out of the house. She wrapped her arms around him and said “How were the waves?”
But before Silcon could utter a word, Chaylon had pressed lips tightly against his. Silcon picked her up off the ground and spun her around then put her back down.
Silcon said: .”Unreal. I couldn’t believe it. I am really hungry what is there to eat?”
Chaylon said “Why don’t we go down to Rocheater place and get something at the bar? I am really sick of cooking.”
Silcon said: “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll just go and get changed.”
He ran up the steps and put a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt on, throwing his board shorts on the rail of the veranda, moved quickly down the steps and then slapped Chaylon on the buttocks. She turned around at a lightening speed, pulled his moustache and then raced down the track as fast as she could.
Silcon ran after her and caught her easily. They walked arm in arm the rest of the way.
Chaylon, with long dark hair half-way down her back; her body which was slim and well tanned and Silcon with his blonde hair in need of a good trim and a body that many girls would relish to embrace on a long cold winters night. They laughed and talked about simple things.
It was about half a kilometre’s walk to the village, but with not a care in the world, they took their time, Chaylon stopping to look at and pick flowers.
“As long as you’re happy that’s all I want Chaylon, I feel a lot for, you understand what I mean?”
“Yes Silcon”.
The first little hut on the edge of the village, It looked as if it might fall down. The grass on the roof had a few holes in it and the walls looked as if magic was the only reason why they were still standing.
A little man came out the door and into the sunlight he had a big toothless grin as he smiled at them and acknowledged a friendly gesture and went merrily on his way. Chaylon and Silcon looked at each other, and then looked back at the hut, shrugged their shoulders and kept walking.
They were just coming to the steps of the bar when Silcon said “Look Up there on the mountain side” there were four burros winding their way down the track that led into Roncheater. It was the only way in from the capital city and it was difficult journey. Not many people venture over the mountains. It was rare for the locals to see travellers, when they did, there was much excitement in the village, as Chaylon and Silcon had found out one week ago.
Modern day inventions were a rarity and a pure luxury. Being simple folk, they thought of travellers as very rich, very brave and admired them with the highest of honour. So everybody came out of the houses, including dogs, cats, burros, children, chickens and the old folks, and then they would yell and cheer as they walked beside the travellers. It would take at least an hour for the visitors to make their way down the Mountain and into the village.
Silcon turned to Chaylon and said: “Come on I am hungry”
They walked in out of the hot day’s sun, and into the sound of an old gramophone scratching its way through a song. A few men were playing a game in the corner. It must have been a good one as they were jumping up and down, slamming the table, yelling numbers and in general having a good time.
Silcon and Chaylon pulled up to a table in the opposite corner and waited for the barman. He strolled over, taking his time inspecting all the tables on the way . Reaching their table he gave it a quick wipe with an old cloth, took out a pen and pad and looked at the ceiling.
Silcon said “What do you have today on the menu.”
“We only have the special” he said.
Silcon said “We’ll have two.” “And what would you like to drink Chaylon?” “Water, thanks. “A jug of water and Ron Mill and a beer, please.”
The waiter put the pen and pad back in his pocket without using them, walked back to the bar looking very proud that he could remember it all. He was back out again putting the drinks on the table, whistling to himself as he walked into the kitchen.

Silicon watched the men in the Corner, enjoying every minute of their game, until a man came in and said a few words they all followed him out, leaving the bar in blissful silence except for the gramophone.
The barman came out with two platters of steaming hot rice with vegetables and meat placed them on the table and walked to the front door straining to see what was happening.
“You know we have to leave here soon according to my letter and map we have to be up on that mountain by 7/7/07” Silcon said.
“yes my letter is the same but I don’t want to leave”. Silcon did fine justice to the meal, leaving nothing but the plate. Chaylon couldn’t finish hers, as it was a very generous helping. Silcon finished off what she left gave a little belch and took a long drink of his beer, mixed with rum and honey, Chaylon sat their looking a little uncomfortable.
The barman walked back in. Silcon ordered another Ron Mill and beer. “Wow, I needed that,” he said, looking at Chaylon. “It sure sounds like it,” she said. “Well, I might go back and wash some clothes.” She got up and walked out before Silcon could work it out. He took another drink, leaned back to let his lunch digest. For more than half an hour he sat there sipping his drink, there was a child 5 or 6 years old he was pulling at one of his front teeth. It was loose and being pushed out by a new tooth he turn and twisted it, but still it stayed in and then at last he pulled it out. He got up and ran straight to his home most probably.
The noise outside was at its maximum. He went over and paid the barman, waited for the change but it didn’t come, so he walked outside onto the veranda and sat down to watch the people welcome the strangers. They were just at the far end of the village, when Silcon put his feet on the opposite chair.
The people gathered around the four Burros as they plodded along the dusty street. The two men astride the animals were not amused. They were looking at each other very suspiciously. They stopped in front of the bar and let the Burros water in the trough. One of the older men came up to them and patted them both on the back and in return he got a fist in the mouth and a kick in the chest as he fell to the ground. One of the younger men pulled him away, picking him up and helping him into a shady spot. There was a deathly silence. The young man looked at both of them with hatred, as did all the village people. Silcon watched them all walk away with long sorrowful faces. Then he noticed that these two dusty men in their ragged clothes had four surfboards and that the boards were Australian made.
Silcon felt a bit embarrassed that these guys could be Aussies. They stood there and watched the last of the well-wishers disappear into their huts then they turned to walk up the steps to the bar. Silcon looked at them and said: ‘0w’s it going?’ But they just walked by, ignoring him completely. One of them had a large scar down his cheek, the other walked with a limp. Silcon sat back, finished off the last drink, thinking to himself: “How ignorant those two guys are”. He pushed the empty bottles to the centre of the table, stood up and admired the day. He walked past the four Burros and gave the closest one a pat. It tried to bite him but he was too quick and pulled his hand back just in time. The Burro gave a few kicks, but Silcon was right out of the way, then walked down the dusty street. He thought that the Burros were just as temperamental as their owners and that as far as he was concerned, that was as much as he wanted to see of them.
Silcon walked slowly down the road, taking his time looking at all the huts that lined the tattered roadway.
In the window of one of the shops was old Spanish guitar which stopped him in his tracks. A few minutes later he had it strung over his back as he kicked a rock all the way out of town, watching the dust whirl as it came to rest a few metres away each time.
There was a nice warm wind blowing gently onto the ocean. Silcon started to run. He moved fast through the tropical vegetation. His mind went back to the waves. He hastened his speed, thinking of the hollow cylinders peeling off the point.
He came to the hut and Chaylon was standing by the little creek that wound its way down from the mountains. She had finished all her washing and was watching the bubbles and listening to the sounds that they made. Silcon came up behind her. He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. She turned and smiled.
Silcon said: “Coming for a surf? It should be good.”
”Okay, let’s go.”
They both went over to their boards, picked up some wax and rubbed it onto the deck. The scent of wax filled the air. They walked slowly along the track to the beach. Silcon was telling Chaylon about the two guys that came into town. After he had finished
Chaylon said “I’m glad I was doing the washing.”
Walking out onto the white sand of the beach, they both stopped and looked out to the reef, The waves had not changed from the morning and their perfection had not been marred. Forgetting about all the things that were irrelevant, their minds thought of only one thing - getting out there. The chance had come, a lull in the swell made it easy for both of them to get through the shore break, now only to resist the waves that passed by, they reached the take off point where the waves peeled right down to the shore line. All that afternoon they surfed, laughing and smiling and really enjoying the freedom they had together. Chaylon found it a little hard, surfing with her back to the waves but she handled it quite well.
The sun had long disappeared behind the mountains, the sky was losing its brilliant blue colour. A few clouds hung in the sky which were being illuminated to a beautiful light orange, then slowly turning pink and then into red. Then seemingly to disappear into the night.

Chaylon and Silcon caught their last wave together, One riding high and one low down on the wave, all the way to the beach, stepping onto the sand, exhausted, they held each other arm in arm as they walked along the dark track back to the house. After they had eaten dinner Silicon picked up the old guitar and stared singing a silly song( I’m feeling stoned)they both laugh when he had finished, and then their minds thought of love, the dreams they had were together as they slept and waited for another new day.
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