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The Seagull is a small story of a boy and a bird, wrapped in a folk song, encased in an experimental soundscape, taking you to that beach and back again. It happened when I was 15 - this story as I have told it, but it could also be an allegory for
humankind’s callous treatment of our natural world, as it is written in Chekhov’s play
‘The Seagull’ – ‘A man came by and killed it just to pass the time.’
humankind’s callous treatment of our natural world, as it is written in Chekhov’s play
‘The Seagull’ – ‘A man came by and killed it just to pass the time.’
Song credits:
Jen Lush – words and music, vocals
Sam Cagney – acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Mark Seddon – bass guitar
James Brown – electric guitars and effects, harmonium, programming
Paul Angas – drums, Wurlitzer, keyboards
Produced, recorded, engineered and mixed at Wizard Tone Studios by James
Brown, mastered by Michael Lynch.
Jen Lush – words and music, vocals
Sam Cagney – acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Mark Seddon – bass guitar
James Brown – electric guitars and effects, harmonium, programming
Paul Angas – drums, Wurlitzer, keyboards
Produced, recorded, engineered and mixed at Wizard Tone Studios by James
Brown, mastered by Michael Lynch.
Film credits:
Film concept and Production by Tobin Lush
Camera, edit, colour, title design by Tobin Lush
Film concept and Production by Tobin Lush
Camera, edit, colour, title design by Tobin Lush
Special thanks to the boys: Henry, Taylor, Ryder Lush, Skipp Heilbronn and Ben L, and also to Matt Stevenson, Orlando Lush, Ivy Lush for assisting, and Rob and
Paul Cooper for sharing their landscape with us.
Paul Cooper for sharing their landscape with us.
Film concept:
The concept of the film comes directly from the writing of Jen's song, in particular the
line 'the time before her freedom had flown’. Within the film the shore line connecting ocean and beach is a metaphor for the short bridge of adolescence, which carries us all from childhood into an increasingly complex adult world. The film doesn’t seek to tell the story of the song but looks to establish a feeling. A meeting point between nature, identity, relationship, time, memory and ultimately freedom.
I like to think that the boys in the film are on the hunt for and embody a kind of
wildness. A vivid connection with themselves, each other and the natural world. On
the day they were in it, and up to the necks. Although there is no way out of time and
lives will change, my hope is that it’s a feeling they and all of us can reach back to.
John Masefield in Sea Forever writes it as.. ‘I must go down to the sea again, for the
call of the running tide is a wild call and a clear call that cannot be denied’.
The concept of the film comes directly from the writing of Jen's song, in particular the
line 'the time before her freedom had flown’. Within the film the shore line connecting ocean and beach is a metaphor for the short bridge of adolescence, which carries us all from childhood into an increasingly complex adult world. The film doesn’t seek to tell the story of the song but looks to establish a feeling. A meeting point between nature, identity, relationship, time, memory and ultimately freedom.
I like to think that the boys in the film are on the hunt for and embody a kind of
wildness. A vivid connection with themselves, each other and the natural world. On
the day they were in it, and up to the necks. Although there is no way out of time and
lives will change, my hope is that it’s a feeling they and all of us can reach back to.
John Masefield in Sea Forever writes it as.. ‘I must go down to the sea again, for the
call of the running tide is a wild call and a clear call that cannot be denied’.
Lyrics to The Seagull
you didn’t throw the first stone
but the one that left your hand made its mark upon the sand
I wonder had you known
and did the seagull feel the coming dark?
I never will forget
I can’t forget the sound of falling
did you ever feel regret calling you back to the day
back to the day
and that one stone?
In whose honour is she gone?
throwing pebbles after birds when sticks and stones are worse than words
marbles in my mouth
imprisoned in the circle of her eye
I never will forget
forget the sound of stone on feather and bone
I’d hold her in my hands if I went back to the day
back to that day
I’d send all those seagulls away
and stones sink in quicksand below
and boys in the sand dunes never were
to the time before her freedom had flown
with that one stone
but the one that left your hand made its mark upon the sand
I wonder had you known
and did the seagull feel the coming dark?
I never will forget
I can’t forget the sound of falling
did you ever feel regret calling you back to the day
back to the day
and that one stone?
In whose honour is she gone?
throwing pebbles after birds when sticks and stones are worse than words
marbles in my mouth
imprisoned in the circle of her eye
I never will forget
forget the sound of stone on feather and bone
I’d hold her in my hands if I went back to the day
back to that day
I’d send all those seagulls away
and stones sink in quicksand below
and boys in the sand dunes never were
to the time before her freedom had flown
with that one stone