Features Bernard Gann on guitar and (very) background vocals.
Experimental, folk, acoustic, progressive rock.
Story behind the song
This song is like my vague, poetic autobiography. And one of my all time favorites. I wrote the words and handed it over to my friend Bernard and he wrote music for it. He showed me what he had and I fell in love and recorded it right away. It was a really rough recording and after I moved to college it sat on the shelf for a couple of years. Finally, in 2005, I polished it up, added new vocals and instrumentals, and completed what may be, to me, my most meaningful song.
Lyrics
there's a bleached lawn out the window
there's a winter in my mind
frozen people can go so low
before the rays of thought can shine
a simple olive branch is trapped
within the bark of this poor sap
this tiny seed can only grow
if a little dream could only show
there's an icicle of sorrow
it is a prehistoric find
it has been buried in a snow
in a lost land of a lost time
a simple olive branch is trapped
within the bark of this poor sap
this tiny seed can only grow
if a little dream could only show
lingering in the back of my mind
is a brandished sword defending hope
tap into the reserves of lost time
be freed forever from this horrid mope
deadly mines of a long forgotten war
are corrupting the life of this shrub
the treads of these tanks are being so marred
this loving loser has had enough
