#folk #animals #girlwithpiano #keychange

I am so glad this one is done. Writing such an #angry, #political song has put me in quite a funk, and the key change (or whatever it is - I have no idea - I found myself putting in a Dbdim chord at the end of the bridge for some odd reason!) didn't help either.

It has been more than half a year since we arrived here in the Netherlands; I tried to put myself in the headspace that I was in when we first came here. Disoriented, and furious, furious because we had in such a short span of time, from no longer than January to June, had to escape from our home.

I think part of this song is written to my wife, recognizing how she still feels here, and I think part of it is to America, where people are still fighting.

It wasn’t an easy song to write. But it is heartfelt, and raw and real, and I hope it connects.

Gulls Jemma Kline

We flew in yesterday; you’re still tangled in the sheets. The sun is streaming in; I hear voices in the street. Outside the light is strange; there are seagulls on the wall. They scream to see me here; there is danger in their call.

I want to scream, from atop this ivy tower. I want to scream, at the things they’ve done to you. I have no words, only raw and bloody anger. Let’s scream, for the loss of all we knew.

I meet a tourist, she is taking in the view. Her words flow over me, not the language that I knew. Then find a bakery, with the scent of apple pie. The town is beautiful, but I hear the seagull’s cry.

I want to scream, from atop this ivy tower. I want to scream, at the things they’ve done to you. I have no words, only raw and bloody anger. Let’s scream, for the loss of all we knew.

And you are grieving, While I am moving on. And you are seething, While I am writing songs. But late at night as winds are blowing, hear the gulls.

I want to scream, from atop this ivy tower. I want to scream, at the things they’ve done to you. I have no words, only raw and bloody anger. Let’s scream, for the loss of all we knew.