I say “You there, bumpy, you may be the tree for me
may I lie at your roots and bask, to get off task?”
I drop down and a weight lifts, my mind can drift
sun warms me and my eyelids fall closed, my limbs repose
it’s a sunny summer evening and I’m free to be,
so I let go nagging thoughts, let the world wash around me.
there’s wind and laughing chatter and beyond the urban sea
the eb and flow of engines, that muddle of realities
it’s chaos and it’s peaceful
it is war and it is order
or war and chaos and peace and order, chaos, peace, order, war
order and chaos, peace and war
I’m not gonna split em up, I’ve tried before
it gave me hours of inaction and my head got sore
reality’s not simple, it never will be,
we’d better get on and accept that, take responsibility
to do what we can with what’s around us, ‘cos perfection is illusory
and meanwhile I gotta take time, yeah take a bit o time
to remember all I can really know is me.
this is a song. wrote it in a park at the end of a day, sometime in early summer 2013. I wrote it quickly in the first draft, and musiced it over a few days – I was in a highly active stage, one where I was feeling quite effective, and so I was recognising my need for downtime and giving it to myself: this song is good for me to help revisit that need when I’ve been neglecting it. I’ve sung it to friends, but not performed it yet. I am intensely self conscious of my songs – they have always been a product of starting with an emotion that I can’t quite pin down, and poking and prodding phrases of chords, melodies and words until there’s something that feels coherent.