Blowing Ochre is our manifesto as songwriters. It tells you why we leave the traces we do.
Lyrics
Blowing Ochre
Chewing, blowing ochre
Leave the hand upon the wall.
Can we ever heal?
Can it be over and done with?
Chewing, blowing ochre
Making the mark.
Taken to the boundary,
Shaping the landscape.
Chewing, blowing ochre
Leave the hand upon the wall
Hidden in the cave
Left to find for all.
Do we really need to leave those marks?
The artist seeking what?
Taking shallow breath,
It’s all that we have left.
Can’t know if I’ll be remembered.
A bird singing overhead
For the company of the boneyard
A song is a place to lay your head.
Can’t know if we’ll be remembered.
A bird singing overhead
For the company of the boneyard
A song is a place to lay your head.
Blowing ochre, amidst all the shouting
Heading to the boneyard
A song is a place to lay your head