lyrics
I drink the dawn and smile upon
opportune reminders of a life well spent
what you represent
we came to blows and so it goes
not before you took me to a solid ground
did I make you proud?
they turned around, the roles we found
your ever-changing burden
diminishing, not quite finishing
I'd like to say, if I may
my head is full of scenes I won’t ignore
cocooned in something pleasant
something recountable
a boat at sea, a Honeybee
the burning sun still searing even now
the same old threadbare jokes
carving identity
driving north to log fire nights
a caravan preserved in timeless mist
the unsuspecting hare brings on an autumn
show
mountain pool, black as night,
what is it you’re hiding and can we take a look
through our dancing hook
twisted boughs long gone now
a child’s evolution looking down upon
things that were never wrong
I’d like to say, if I may
my head is full of scenes I can’t ignore
cocooned in something pleasant
always recountable
there’s a voice inside my head
asking questions, asking questions
within the well of perpetual faith
you had no need to seek
but I see pain and I see loss
all around me, all around me
no intervention to perceive
no God behind the veil
the ancients told their winter’s tale
purpose finding, purpose finding
though not the first, and not the last
to look for sacred ground
you chose your path and walked it well
when the weight pressed down
the seconds tick, the seconds talk
and we don’t hear a sound
asking questions, so many questions
all around me is all that I see
your conviction – such conviction!
I can’t hear a sound
there was a child in an average home
nothing unusual but unique
I’ve heard them mention adventurous stories
boys with a saw and a three-legged bed
he went to school and he grew straight up
apple of their eyes
and he burned
and he showed
and he gave his hand
but nobody chooses their preferential pain
to run in to each day
again, and again, and again
because of clouds he fell further away
falling like sand through an outstretched hand
familiar hands touch recognition
showing the man underneath is still here
the Bee Garden hums with the music of life
a symphony of wings fills the air
outside his window the honeybee dances
on the soundless waves of a life well spent.
credits
from
The Life Of The Honey Bee and Other Moments Of Clarity,
released July 6, 2020
Davie Mitchell: Electric gtr, Nashville acoustic gtrs, Lead gtr
Jack Webb: Piano, Hammond B3, Electric piano
Mick Macfarlane: Vocals, Electric gtrs, Bouzouki
David King: Acoustic gtr, Electric gtrs, Additional keyboards
Stephen Donnelly: Bass gtrs
Denis Smith: Drums
Alan Hearton: Minimoog
Fiona Cuthill: Fiddles, Recorders
Alex Paclin: Harmonica
Snake Davis: Saxophone
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