A collection of songs I'm considering to 'release'.

EP in the making

A small freebie for you lovely people.  A simple song I wrote a while back about heartbreak and moving on.

Here are the lyrics:

If my heart was a lake,
It'd be draining so slowly
With no rains to return
Its banks back to life.

Now the fishermen weep as
The sun bakes the small sea
And the bed laid bare
So dry.

CHORUS

It takes time to fill
But we'll get there.
It takes time to heal
But we'll get there.

If I was a forest
I'd be thinning each day
With the earth left behind so hard.

Every axe fells a tree
And the bark grows red
While the rings tell the years of my heart.

CHORUS

It takes time to grow
But we'll get there.
It takes time to know
But we'll get there. 

I walked through a cave
Where the light of the day
Never reaches so deep in the earth.

And yet you find life
The shoots of green leaves
In a world of stalactites.

And watching them drip
I was gripped
By a sense of tranquillity

We're all pebbles and stones
Sometimes alone but
Always rolling back to the sea.

It takes time to roll
But we'll get there.
It takes time to know,
But we'll get there.

If My Heart Was a Lake

I wrote this one during a long spell at sea, whilst exploring a memory I had of a camping trip in France with someone I once loved.  My typical week isn't so chilled...

The first day was chartreuse.
Tuesday was too sweet.
Thursday felt felt-like
Like blow-dried cotton wool.

O the days will move how
They start to speed up and slow down.

Friday looked too smug
On its marble pedestal.
Sunday echoed softly 
Like a bird on Lake Baikal.

O the days they move how
They start to speed up then slow down.

Like plump cats
Her day sat
On no legs.
Saturday.

Called lazily in French to
Wake you, "c'est mercredi"

C'est Mercredi.

Wednesday

Bristol

I disappear to sea a lot.

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EP in the making

Quantocks