In season, out of season

UPDATE: Another remix done 23rd March after comments from the good folks on Song Writer Forum. Non-technical comments includes: “I enjoyed this track, particularly the chorus – it’s really catchy and I love the lyrics. The vocals are great…”, “Your voice sounds like Belle and Sebastian & The Gorillaz had a baby together, very unique. Really enjoyable…”, “This has everything and i mean everything, but most of all its the way you put your own style into it, first time listening to it will listen again tomorrow, but Man this is great…”, “This reminded me of a late 60’s/early 70’s prog rock song – something Yes or King Crimson would write and the guitar sound re-enforced that feeling…”. Too kind.

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A song that celebrates long-lasting relationship (as opposed to one that just shouts about first-date passion, lust, unrequited love, bitter splits or D.I.V.O.R.C.E).

In season, out of season

When passion blooms from seeds unsown, the path you take’s unclear
The feelings grow and love bursts forth, the word is strong you hear
No broken hearts nor chances lost, the bond is now so strong
The ties that bind are the ties that hide the rights that once were wrong

Just give and take and nothing fake… forever’s on their side
They focus on their pathway now, forget the time and tide
The family way. The endless days, no tried and trusted rules
It’s all the same, that constant change the passersby now fools

Life’s rich game scented like a Spring high
Bedding down the roses as Summers roll by
Making out in patterns those seasons pass by

I can believe that a smile’s enough to appease her
He never was the one who wanted to fight
Between the wall that’s all they have; passion still within her
No conflict with emotion, nothing left or right

Life’s sweet game scented as a Spring high
Bedding down the roses as seasons go by
Making out the patterns of time and goodbye
Still feel as high

I can’t believe
What you’re doing to me
Doing to me…

The older folks still holding hands in long domestic bliss
Their passion now a memory but sealed in that first kiss
Others lose their way and fade or tear apart their love
Strength of years just builds their bond still fitting hand in (garden) glove

Life’s sweet game a scented Spring natural high
Bedding down the roses as summers go by
Darker days of autumn and winters pass by

Life’s sweet game a scented Spring natural high
Bedding down the roses as summers go by
Darker days of autumn and winters pass by
Still feel that high…
Still feeling high…
Unseasonal high…