Break your knife on my back again.
All your plots and your ploys.
Turn away and never speak again.
I still loathe the sound of your voice.
Burn it down.
Cos that's where the heart lives.
Raise this place to the ground.
Got no alternative.
Burn the fields.
Burn the crops,
So that nothing ever grows.
Cos thats all the heart is:
Feed for the crows.
Sink your teeth into me again.
Tear me down with your claws.
Show your face. The one you hide away.
Won't you Show the of scars of your war?
Don't ever fall in love.
Don't ever play the game.
You're falling faster and you only have yourself to blame.
You'll never make it through.
You know you can't survive.
You have to face the fact you'll never make it out alive.
And so you compromise,
And then you realise,
That You are nothing but the victim of your own demise.
You're running out of time,
And you can feel the days slowly slipping away.
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