wfuv.org. Ben Howard performs "Black Flies" live in Studio A. Recorded 4/2/2012. Host: Alisa Ali Engineer: Daniel Hodd Cameras: Claire Donovan and Patrick Moore Editor: Patrick Moore
Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to know Winter stole summer's thrill And the river's cracked and cold See the sky is no man's land A darkened plume to stay Hope here needs a humble hand Not a fox found in your place No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to hold Comfort came against my will And every story must grow old Still I'll be a traveler A gypsy's reins to face But the road is wearier With that fool found in your place No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone So here we are And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by? And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by?
It reminds me the time I used to travel around with a bus to go to a special place. Old memories with a secret love. Weed and confusion on my mind. Ben, keep Protecting and set us free from bad friendships with your art. Because “if I was to go my home way would I have to pass you by again? My love.” I don’t know.
NOTHING sounds as good as that Martin! I have an HD-28 as well and I never get tired of listening to it. This is such a powerful song, especially when played on a Martin. Great stuff Ben!
a very strong composition makes you think about something personal and painful in your soul r the loss of a horse, a person dear to you and it hurts I love this song especially after the game life is a strange thing poor Chloe
