Listen to the track:
𤠓The Bluff”
A storytelling track about Wembury’s role in WWII — built from Peter Lugar’s accounts, the failed headland decoy strategy, and daily life under threat:
Verse 1
They said let’s fake the coast, make the bombers miss
Put the lights on Wembury like it don’t exist
Tryna trick the Luftwaffe with maps and fog
But the flares still dropped down on Devon’s back yard
Painted the fields with a wartime gloss
Decoy flashes where the rivers cross
Yealm played Tamar, Plym got blurred
But fire still found what the lies deferred
Chorus
We were the bluff, the bait, the game
Told the skies to forget our name
But Plymouth still burned in the nighttime glow
And Wembury knew what the maps don’t show
Verse 2
Kids in the lane with evacuee packs
Barrage balloons and Anderson shacks
American tanks in the hedgerow mud
Troops in the field where we once grew spuds
No radar here, just sand and fear
We watched the coast while they drank their beer
Local boys on the cliffs at night
Praying that bluff would shift the flight
Chorus
We were the bluff, the bait, the game
A headland standing in someone else's name
But truth runs deeper than maps allow
And Wembury’s still standing now
They lit up the hill to save the town
But you can't always fool the bombs coming down
We played our part, quiet and rough
That’s wartime truth behind the bluff