Saturday, February 3, 2018

“Where The Dandelions Roar” by The People The Poet – A Song Review

     It’s common to poetically think back on childhood experiences. On the other hand, it’s an uncommon skill to poetically describe the experiences, and rare to be able to pull readers/listeners so deeply into your description that they invest themselves in the memory. In the 1970s, Bob Seger showed the skill when he wrote a song about teenage sexual experimentation – “Night Moves.”

     Listeners are pulled into and relate to childhood memories of The People The Poet in their song “Where the Dandelions Roar.” The recollections are more general than the Seger track, and therefore more flexible to interpretation. But the writer’s investment is apparent, making it easy for the listener to similarly invest.

     The People The Poet are based in South Wales, UK. The members are Leon Stanford (vocals), Tyla Campbell (guitar), Lewis Roswell (drums), Pete Mills (bass guitar).

     “Where The Dandelions Roar” by The People The Poet 


Lyrics of “Where The Dandelions Roar” by The People The Poet
There’s a field full of memories
Behind my parent’s house
Full of bluebells that I picked for my mother
I must have picked them all one summer

Cause they never ring or grow there anymore
Still, there’s a field full of memories
I can see from my back door
I can see from my back door
Where the dandelions roar
Where the dandelions roar

Oh, the trees looked so tall and wise
Some days I’d climb them
Just to see the world through their eyes
Other days I sat in a burnt out car
And I’d drive my imagination wild

Cause in my very own garden
That taught me to grow
In my very own garden
Where I rolled over snow
‘Til my fingers were red
They were red as a rose
They were cut by the cold

Where the dandelions roar
Where the dandelions roar
Where the dandelions
Roar
Where they roar

Where they roar
They roar

Where the buttercups drink up all the rain
Where the daisies never break the chain
Where the wind blows down the stream
I run beside them
All the way to Fairhill Lane
All the way to Fairhill Lane
Where the dandelions roar
They roar

Run, run, run
Your imagination wild
Let it run, run, run
As wild as a child
[Repeat]


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