Did you hear about the fire?
Back in my hometown
There’s a house, there’s a house, there’s a house burning down
There’s a house, there’s a house, there’s a house burning down
They built the home when she was young
They let her dig a little dirt when they first broke ground
And now the cinders fill her lungs
As ashes dash her dusty relics down
Did you hear about the fire?
Back in my hometown
There’s a house, there’s a house, there’s a house burning down
There’s a house, there’s a house, there’s a house burning down, down
Down the dirt road she was gone
A pilgrimage to elsewhere on and on
She knew the smoke would last for years
And so she ran way from here after the fire
Back in my hometown
Where’s my house?
Where’s my house?
Where’s my house to be found?
Where’s my house?
Where’s my house?
Where’s my house to be found?
Found?
Found?
Home is made of time is made of home is made of time
Is made of home is made of time is made of home
Is made of time is made of home
Is made of time now
Is made of time now
Is made of time
Dave is the master of writing endings that instill an ethereal feeling of hope within the person who experiences it. The Field is a perfect cap to the end of Octet and by itself it fills me with the calm tranquility of acceptance in situations where I feel like everything is wrong, like I'm unworthy of everything I have and happiness itself. It always reminds me to not waste anymore of my weird and precious time, arguing the nonsense of the wheel. playton
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2023