Passing the buck, pass me by,
The sides that we take, waste our time,
Furrows of worry plug the wound,
This life is just a ride, nothing more, nothing less to exhume.
Give me your hand, I gave you mine,
Running amok, the demons smile,
Lend love your heart, your eyes and mind,
Between fear and love we must chose our direction to climb.
Instead we’ll just drink all night,
And put the world to rights,
Guilty as charged for dodging the reason why.
Faithful & true, ever blue,
But temporary heartache requires temporary running shoes,
Painkillers make good, for a time,
But the truth that we hide from will undermine this life.
So we'll drink all night,
And put the world to rights,
Guilty as charged for dodging the reason why.
& we’ll ignore our plights,
Until the stars don’t shine,
Guilty as charged for having a damn good time!
I don’t care coz I’m for it; I don’t care to endure it,
End of the story, end of the line.
I don’t care coz I’m for it; I don’t care to endure it,
End of the glory, end of the ride.
I don’t care coz I’m for it; I don’t dare to endure it,
End of the glory, end of the line.
I don’t care coz I’m for it; I don’t dare to endure it,
End of the story, end of the blackened sky.
I never wanted to,
Look down but it’s nothing new,
I gave my best to you,
My secret love,
We almost danced again,
But circumstance dug that grave,
Well tomorrow’s another day,
To sway your heart, my secret love.
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