It’s the hope that kills you,
Transcribed in your tomes,
Left to be known, wherever I roam.
It lives every time I see your face,
But hope’s not a home, hope’s just a trace.
That you leave to the Earth,
Bury in your dirt,
Just for one to uncover, it’s held in your hurt,
You say “maybe your soil does not grow,
A hope’s hard to sew, when you want the wild Doe.”
It’s the hope that kills you,
Searches wide in your songs,
Stretches far in these trills, keeps the longing, longing long.
& does one yearn to just keep riding on?
When the stirrups break & bust, when the Doe leaves her dust.
When the bottle’s a lone scout,
& the searching is a shout,
Does the riding stave off, the darkness & the drought?
You say “perhaps you should remove all doubt,
How many paces, partner? Before you face & find out?”
“You’ve been howling at the moon again,
In this grotesque glen,
Leave your load light of this lullaby,
The sun is rising high.
You don’t have to hold,
Onto these such things,
You can keep riding, Cowboy.
You don’t have to hold,
Onto these such things,
You can keep riding, Cowboy,
You can keep on living.”
I appreciate a song named John Candy that is actually about the actor and name-checks Summer Rental. All the other songs are good too. Great EP from a great band! TFid
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020