I fear that I've become
A sane man trying to sound insane
Creativity is a cure for boredom
A dumb reflection on being mortal
But what a lovely way
To pass the time
But what a lovely, lovely way
To pass the time when you're dying
Here we go
Here we go again
It's the continuing depletion of my sugar mind
There's a ghost screaming in the cellar
But all he wants to do is talk facts and figures
Like what's the chance of a baby bird
being born without a beak?
Who's to blame when the North Pole
runs down a drain that starts to leak?
It was late when I heard the voice
Call to me from beyond the hill
I was broke, begging for wings
To myself I was not revealed
It said "the spark will surely die
But you must find a way to carry on
life is full of many deaths
life is full of many songs"
It was a quiet Sunday
when I dreamed of my sweetheart
I sat and cried as the house caught fire
and disappeared into the dark
It was a lonesome Sunday
when I dreamed of my sweetheart
I was alive and I was burning
waiting for that fleeting spark.
Ian Russell took isolation as a chance to get closer with his guitar, resulting in this lovely set of meditative acoustic instrumentals. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2020