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This song pulled itself together from a series of thoughts that manifested over the course of a single journey back home to see my parents and extended family over the Easter holidays. The drive is more or less entirely through vast expanses of beautiful rolling green country side and the weather, in England this year right now, is like all of the Summer's we've never had have gotten lost and turned up at this very moment in Spring.
I wanted to capture the feeling of presence I felt. The stillness and contentment.
Life is a roller coaster of emotions generally. And eventually everything happens. We breeze through the highs often so embroiled in the joy of the moment that we never take a second to step back and say 'this is what it is all for.' I wanted to capture the feelings of happiness I was feeling and slow them down to a long enough freeze frame that, on a gentle drive or lazy summer's evening, this song might give you just enough distance to think a soft 'thank you' to the Universe.
The song also deals a little with sorrow - without sorrow there is no happiness - and beauty is the blend of understanding those two factors work together to make each more significant. I can't remember where I heard it - but a phrase that always sticks with me is: "the depth of your sorrow is the well of your bliss." I think it's beautiful to appreciate - through the sorrowful times - that you are carving a depth to your future happiness. A ravine that will flood with joy when the inevitable revolution of your emotions comes to pass.
This song is a drive through the rolling green - a meditation on thought - a prayer to the universe - an ode to family - and a thank you to the now.
Headed back home
Spirited by reunion
Colours of Cedar
and an ardent arbour of knowing
eternal love slow
Though you might blow away
This could thicken like blood
I was not in your wet eye
Ever to fear over your hardened lines
came the spirit of the Avalon air
that would answer only your concept
I held sorrow in the blue bowl around your eye
I have too tried to still myself to a frame
and breathe continuous
And still comes over my lung
I plume in the Westerly wind
I have too run from
But I hunt for you now
Nothing like this is permanent
Cost you nothing
Handed on the plane so discrete from the bone
And I shiver from the cold
I'm limber but lessingly so
Time is not heavy enough