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This track was inspired by the Eucalyptus trees of Australia, many of whose reproduction is triggered by fire. The hard seeds are able to open up and regeneration and new growth begins.
I wanted to write about my experience of 'needing some of nothing to find out what I need' and how sometimes we have to go through the fire to come out the other side a stronger person.
Lonesome times and lonesome places - here I was finding out where I was at, whilst surrounded with the silence and the sounds of a place completely unfamiliar to me.
lyrics
The Fire and The Seed
It's funny what you miss when you're out there on your own,
Like cups of tea and chocolate and your mother on the phone.
I've ripped and torn my life up and I've thrown it in the air -
Sitting in the desert with the wind twisting my hair.
But I needed the fire to burst the seed
And I needed some of nothing - to find out what I need.
And I'll take some and I'll break some and I'll leave some by the road,
Then I'll trundle down the highway with a slightly lighter load...
At night I listen to the trucks as they rumble through the dark.
A trillion busy insects and the town-dogs choir of barks.
Night can't sound the same as the night-sounds back at home
Where the Barn owls break the wind-song with their melancholy tone.
But I needed the fire to burst the seed.
And the seed will always grow beneath the blackened trees.
And we need the fire to make the smoke
And we need the smoke-trails to find out where we are...
Between the waking and the opening of morning eyes
Is a place of gentle peacefulness 'neath the turning of the skies.
The chooks start scratching at the floor and the dogs scratch at their heads.
The cattle smooching lazily as the dust swirls round their legs.
Morning has broken like the first morning.
The frogs are croaking a familiar tune
Where nothing lies broke, or frightened and crying
in dreams where you're flying and you don't feel alone.
But I needed the fire to burst the seed
And the seed will always grow beneath the blackened trees
And I'll take some and I'll break some and I'll leave some by the road
And I'll trundle down the highway with a slightly lighter load.
But I needed the fire to burst the seed.
And the seed will always grow beneath the blackened trees.
And we need the fire to make the smoke
And we need the smoke-trails to find out where we are...
credits
from English Bathtub Sea,
released February 14, 2016
Voice, Guitars, Melodica, Flute, Percussion - Anna Batson
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