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In 2004, we had the opportunity to live in Istanbul for two months to look after our friends' apartment in Örtakoy on the shores of the Bosphorus. We loved our time there amongst some of the friendliest people I have met.
This song was written with the "Whirling Dervishes" in mind - a sect whose prayer takes the form of whirling to a repetitive rhythm for long periods at a time.
Guitars (lots of guitars!), bass, drums, vox - play it LOUD!
For full effect, stand up, shut your eyes and twirl round in time with the music until the song stops (even better if you have it on repeat!!). Don't forget to take off those headphones! :)
This song was written with the "Whirling Dervishes" in mind - a sect whose prayer takes the form of whirling to a repetitive rhythm for long periods at a time.
Guitars (lots of guitars!), bass, drums, vox - play it LOUD!
For full effect, stand up, shut your eyes and twirl round in time with the music until the song stops (even better if you have it on repeat!!). Don't forget to take off those headphones! :)
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Lyrics
Deep Bosphorus
© Neil Porter 24/9/2005
We were sitting on the European shore
Contemplating options in the searing summer heat
It’s the kind of place you feel you’ve been before
I was fading in the Örtakoy heat
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
Bosphorus treasures run deep
And the Örtakoy hills leave their mark upon your feet
I was reading your story in the Saturday paper
Felt an apple-tea tear on my cheek
I was lost in the Örtakoy heat
We were smiling as we crossed the Golden Horn
Spires of Sultanahmet piercing bright Eurasian sky
There were pictures on the footpath lightly drawn
Its coming again Turkish tear in my eye
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
Bosphorus waters run through my veins
As I picture the oriental shore
Although I am home there’s a part that remains
And I’ll love you forever more
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
And I’m missing the Örtakoy heat
The Bosphorus waters run deep
The children of Mevlevi spinning mesmerising feet
I’ve been trying to picture the face behind the curtain
I hear the muezzin call in my sleep
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
We were sitting on the European shore
Contemplating options in the searing summer heat
It’s the kind of place you know you’ve been before
I was fading in the Örtakoy heat
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
© Neil Porter 24/9/2005
We were sitting on the European shore
Contemplating options in the searing summer heat
It’s the kind of place you feel you’ve been before
I was fading in the Örtakoy heat
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
Bosphorus treasures run deep
And the Örtakoy hills leave their mark upon your feet
I was reading your story in the Saturday paper
Felt an apple-tea tear on my cheek
I was lost in the Örtakoy heat
We were smiling as we crossed the Golden Horn
Spires of Sultanahmet piercing bright Eurasian sky
There were pictures on the footpath lightly drawn
Its coming again Turkish tear in my eye
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
Bosphorus waters run through my veins
As I picture the oriental shore
Although I am home there’s a part that remains
And I’ll love you forever more
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
And I’m missing the Örtakoy heat
The Bosphorus waters run deep
The children of Mevlevi spinning mesmerising feet
I’ve been trying to picture the face behind the curtain
I hear the muezzin call in my sleep
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
We were sitting on the European shore
Contemplating options in the searing summer heat
It’s the kind of place you know you’ve been before
I was fading in the Örtakoy heat
And the Bosphorus waters run deep
perceptualvortex
Nice swaying 12 beat feel. This is just beautifully constructed, the writing, singing, guitars and drums are all great. Very cool, Neil!!