We are the few,
Seekers of light and truth,
Fuel for the spark
For too long we've bled the dark
Only the lost and bemused
Heed the word, sent to confuse.
Know the truth in your heart is the thorn in hates side,
May the last one to fall be the first one to know they were right.
V’s ideal, I just can’t get it out of my head.
Equal are we,
There’s weight in these words I speak,
Live like today's the last,
Open your eyes and never hold back
Only the lost and bemused
Heed the word, sent to confuse.
Know the truth in your heart is the thorn in hates side,
May the last one to fall be the first one to know they were right.
No matter where it lies.
Be the fool on the hill or the queen of the sky,
As one we must stand or as one remain slaves till we die,
V’s ideal , I just can’t get it out of my head.
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