Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
“Black Flies” is about a friendship Ben once had that ended up fading into obscurity. While listening to the song you can tell it has struck a chord deep within him; containing various depressing undertones and bleak metaphors.
The hauntingly somber track is said to be Howard’s personal favorite, a...
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
And no man is an island, oh this I know
But can't you see, oh?
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
And no man is an island, oh this I know
But can't you see, oh?
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
And no man is an island, oh this I know
But can't you see, oh?
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
So here we are
[Outro]
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?
Black Flies was written by Ben Howard.
Black Flies was produced by Chris Bond.
Ben Howard released Black Flies on Fri Sep 30 2011.