Story Behind The Song
Living in a camper van in Brighton England and being deeply involved in the reading of The Lord Of The Rings, I wanted to compose a song inspired by one of the sub themes of the book...the arrogance of some humans and failure to connect to a natural existence.
Song Description
The story of choosing an alternative lifestyle. Opening ones eyes up to the hidden magic of life that most people never look for. Taking the philosophical magic of times long gone and using them in our modern times to find a peaceful existence outside of the mainstream.
| Song Length |
5:20 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Endearing |
Subject |
Plants, Forest, Philosophy |
| Similar Artists |
Cat Stevens, James Blunt |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
High in the air there's a fairy that wears,
A green carpet of life from the forest of nothing here matters.
She opens the door to the man who before,
Was a cynic of all, a verified company flatters.
And he sings her a song about the things he's done wrong,
And laughs cause he's left them behind.
Believes in the song and he feels he belongs, in the realm of ancient times.
He ain't a modernist, he's an old fashioned dreamer,
He's a spiritual ley line receiver by the name of old Madaran.
He's an anarchist, he's an old time magic believer,
He's a spiritual ley line receiver by the name of old Madaran.
People would say Madaran lost his way,
Cause he opened his mind to the river of feathers and oak trees.
While others were watching TV he would write, he would read,
He would play with the flowers he planted a new seed.
Sang the flowers a song about the things he's done wrong,
And laughs because he's left them behind.
Believes in the song and he feels he belongs, in the realm of ancient times.
He ain't a modernist, he's an old fashioned dreamer,
He's a spiritual ley line receiver by the name of old Madaran.
He's an anarchist, he's an old time magic believer,
He's a spiritual ley line receiver by the name of old Madaran.
From the seed he had sown there surely had grown,
A small gathering of hope, an army of beautiful fragrance.
Slowly they'd rise though they missed human eyes,
Cause the eyes of a man in this world had become so vacant.
And he sang them a song about the things he's done wrong,
And laughs cause he's left them behind.
Believes in the song and he feels he belongs, in the realm of ancient times.
He ain't a modernist, he's an old fashioned dreamer,
He's a spiritual ley line receiver by the name of old Madaran.
He's an anarchist, he's an old time magic believer,
He's a spiritual ley line receiver by the name of old Madaran. Madaran...