The Crane Wives turned in a live recording of “Sowing the Seeds.” The track features Fleetwood Mac-esque harmonies and concludes that we get what we deserve.
lyrics
Sowing Seeds
The Crane Wives
still as a lake long after the wind has gone
in the face of a thief mashing ground to mud
still as a street long after the work is done
as he gnashes his teeth, as he cuts it up
cuts it up
pure venom radiating from the signal tower
the sun's long set, and yet it's growing darker by the hour
I hope you're listening
this gale is whistling
a door broke open, and if we blink we stand to miss this
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