The idea for this song came to me a few years ago (just goes to show how much of a push I need sometimes to actually get round to writing) caused by walking through a field full of dandelions, and pondering the state of my relationship at the time. I found myself sitting atop the hill in Greenwich Park and watching the sun set and reflecting on what was happening. The song represents the uncertainty of finding yourself at a crossroads, wishing answers would fall from thin air, and how unhelpful that actually is.
Lyrics:
If I blow on a dandelion
He loves me, he loves me not
Watch the feathers go off flying
He loves me, that’s what I thought
But you might not be pleased
Relying on a fate told by the seeds
Telling you things you don’t want
Does he love me, does he not?
If I walk to the hills at sundown
And look out all upon the town
Will the amber skies turn into
A message written in the clouds?
Will the wind blow cold?
Or will there be a hope to hold?
Giving you the things you want
Does he love me, does he not?
So if I blow on a dandelion
Am I blowing this away?
What if feathers end up dying?
What if it’s all false bravery?
But what if they never fall?
Anything is achievable
I’ll sit here until I’ve found
All the answers I can handle
Telling me the things I need
Does he love me, does he?
@pabrizzer Feb 2022
not the style that usually attracts my ears but this is very well constructed and performed!
dandelions are certainly persistent little blighters in my lawn - they might know a thing or two
@berni1954 Feb 2022
Oh you set up a really emotional song perfectly with that voice and piano. I was feeling your pain almost from the first line. I just had to swallow to stop the tears. This hits the mark! Chapeau.
PS Lyrically this has the quality and intensity of a Shakespearean sonnet.