It’s that time of the year again when the days are hot and the nights not much cooler and we, over here in England, are in the midst of one of our national sporting highlights of the year, Wimbledon. I’ve always liked tennis since I was a kid. I’ll never forget working with my mum in a field of newly cut wheat, gathering in the hay while the hot July sun beat down upon us listening to Boris Becker on the radio win Wimbledon for the first time at the tender age of 17.

Three years later in 1988, Killing Joke released an album called Outside the Gate (not the best received of their albums by fans, but I love it) and on it was a song that ever since has always reminded me of sweet Summer’s past, Wimbledon and four books in particular, Steve Jackon’s Sorcery (two dice, a pencil and an eraser are you need to complete this thrilling adventure!). That song is called My Love of This Land, the second track on the album. I just thought it was a beautiful song and had that romantic ideal that we can all hold about a place that we hold dear to us, which I think is why singer Jaz Coleman referenced William Blake’s Jerusalem for it’s love of England.

So, as Wimbledon is entering it’s second week and I’ve been playing Outside the Gate more than usuall lately, here’s My Love of This Land.

The sun is setting in on England’s green and pleasant land
At dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down
And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head

In the light of every dream, we’re all coming home
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land

Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer
But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning

In the light of every dream, we’re all coming home
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land

New towns and concrete tower blocks, inhuman as they stand
And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations?

In the light of every dream, we’re all coming home
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land

Btw, I think the title track from the album is quite an extraordinary and powerful song and the last few minutes of piano and Spanish guitar are just sublime.

Anyway, Wimbledon starts soon.

I’m outta here 🙂

Jimbob