A Singer of Songs
The silence you hear is the violence I feel

These have been special times. It was about three weeks ago when I saw Hollie for the first time. Her plane was a bit late, the airport felt empty that late at night. And then she walked through the revolving doors, a big guitar case making a path in front of her. It was the beginning of a beautiful adventure. Rehearsing with her and Ana, who came over from Madrid. Travelling through a good part of Spain. Playing our music for such kind and silent crowds. Watching landscapes roll by through the windows while the two ladies DJ’ed for me on the car radio. There are times when one is unaware of time. When days just flow into each other like well-written words into sentences of truth and wisdom. When all is friendship…

And then, after the last and especially special show in Barcelona, Ana left. Hollie and I missed her. It was just the two of us now. And so we started recording. New songs most of them. Maybe to be gathered on a small EP one day. Three have already been finished, and the first one to share is ‘Feathers’. A song that was written months ago on a cold winter night. I immediately knew Hollie had to sing these words as soon as it was finished. And she was kind enough to do so… And turned the song into her little gem. Now I sit and listen and am so grateful for this. The friendship. The enthusiasm. The talent. And the music. Always the music…

x

Lieven      

FEATHERS

I wasn’t aware of the dark  
‘Till the morning came through  
I’d never longed for a lie  
‘Till stuck with the truth  
These wings will melt  
Everyone will tell  
I paid little mind to the fire  
‘Till the blanket was pulled  
I sent what we were through a wire  
With words like dull tools  
It’s the worst I have told  
But it’s the best I can hold

I won’t fly like a feather  
To the opposite side  

All of the trees wave goodbye 
Stars are something to do 
No road was paved 
For the likes of me and you 
So we’ll float on 
‘Till the wind gets too strong 

I won’t fly like a feather 
To the opposite side 

At least not this time 
These wings, they won’t melt 
It’s all I can tell.