I saw the tree of life
Growing on the shore
Of the cosmic ocean
I did not think twice
Though I know it sounds
Like a crazy notion
I picked the fruit of it
There at the root of it
My eternal fate was
set in motion
I drank the chalice
Which the angel handed me
At the midnight crossroads
I Cannot describe the bliss
That one sip of that nectar
On one does bestow
This is the only time
I will not try to rhyme
I wish I would have drank
The whole thing down
and gotten drunk
These visions come to me
As my shaman music
Pierces through the veil
Ecstatic reverie
Busting skyward from
An underground river
Through this well
I sing of them to you
What else can I do?
Maybe they will edify you,
Who can tell?
Who can tell?
Who can tell?
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