Track 2 of the EP Before the Stallholders Wake · 2016
Two Seats and One Bell
“Two people, one wobbling wheel, and a bell that rings far too loudly. Pure joy in a major key.”
operatic pop · whimsical pop · chamber pop · 3:37
Lyrics
Two seats, two pedals, one wobbling wheel You steer from the front and I pretend I can feel Every bump in the lane, every dip in the hill Ring the bell, ring the bell, we are laughing still You shout left, I lean right We are halfway to a ditch and a delight Two seats and one bell Ringing out over the hedgerows, ringing out so well Pedal together, pedal out of time Every crooked mile is a mile that is ours and mine Two seats and one bell Tell the whole green valley we are doing fine A farmer waves from his tractor in the lane We wave back with both hands and nearly lose the reins Picnic in the basket, jam jar at my knee You say trust the back seat, and I say trust me You shout left, I lean right We are halfway to a ditch and a delight Two seats and one bell Ringing out over the hedgerows, ringing out so well Pedal together, pedal out of time Every crooked mile is a mile that is ours and mine Two seats and one bell Tell the whole green valley we are doing fine Up the long hill we are slow, we are slow Breath like small clouds and our cheeks aglow Then the top, then the sky, then the rush down below Hold on, hold on, here we go Two seats and one bell Ringing out over the hedgerows, ringing out so well Pedal together, pedal out of time Every crooked mile is a mile that is ours and mine Two seats and one bell Tell the whole green valley we are doing fine One small bell, one small bell Ringing us home, ringing us home