I don't want it anymore I've had enough
I don't want you baby anymore maybe I'll call you when I get home
but don't hold your breath 'cause there's nothing to be said
you can keep your match your flame and your little powder nose
you can keep your gasoline and your lighter fuel
but don't talk about it to me I don't want to hear it no more
just don't let me in and I'll leave again
it's not that I don't want to help but I can't that we both know
I'm through with the windswept heights I just want to dive down low
just let me run into the night and bid you fond farewell
you might see me again
I used to be frustrated now I'm apathetic
but I'm coming up from underground yes I'm coming up from underground
though we're going through the backdoor to Nagasaki
to me it's just another bird against the glass
I woke up there was nothing to be proud of
I just couldn't find a food I liked
so leave me alone take the hook to the phone
I'll be up the river
though we're going through the backdoor to Nagasaki
to me it's just another bird against the glass
though we're going through the backdoor to Nagasaki
to me it's just another bird against the glass
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020