I’ve wrapped myself in a blanket of lies
I’ve filled out a formal complaint made of cries
Pulled down the shades and averted my eyes
And purchased insurance against falling skies
But I can’t escape from freedom
I’ve joined every club and association
That will allow me admittance within
Then quit them because of the very sin
Of laxity for letting one like me in
But I can’t escape from freedom
I’ve layered my look and I’ve looked at my layers
And built walls of weaponry against naysayers
And I can out play the playing-est players
In Truth or Dare I’m the daring-est of darer
But I can’t escape from freedom
Freedom is falling
With nothing to hold
That’s where we’re all at
In case you weren’t told
Believing is clinging
Though there’s nothing there
Faith’s letting go
And you have to, so there
My masks they are many my walls they are thick
Self-deception a-plenty and a very large stick
For beating the demons that I think that I see
In this house of mirrors I’ve built around me
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