The Practical Gardener
And here’s another song from 1994, with a sparkling new “Andrew Russe Band” arrangement fresh from the broom-cupboard.
Like most of my songs, it was written with an acoustic guitar, a pen, and an A4 pad. The ones written like this all have some sort of arrangement in my head, some sort of idea how it’s meant to affect you (and me, if I were to perform it on a stage).
And that’s all this one had until the other week when I was sifting through the papers in the shoe-box, playing the songs on them to Mrs R. I’d actually forgotten that this song even existed, I’d obviously dismissed it last time I was going through the pile - because it wasn’t on my list of “1994 possibles” that I compiled some years ago.
The moment I played it, though, we knew this one just had to be recorded.
The piece of paper has “Lament” written on it, but it’s obviously meant to be called The Practical Gardener. That made me wonder about the ending, “life finds a way” and all that… So I tried very very hard to change it and give it a hopeful ending… but it simply did not work like that. This one’s a “glass completely bluddy empty” lament, and there’s no use tinkering with it…
The Practical Gardener - A A J Russe
The days and the nights
That we spent alone together
They seem now a life-time away
When all that I had
Was yours for the taking
All that you took was my heart
The hue and cry was heard for miles
Nobody lifted a hand
And still today
Trimmed to the roots
By the practical gardener
Left to grow back in the spring
But spring never came
And after eight years of winter
It’s doubtful I’d know it again
Copyright (C) 1994 A A J Russe. All Rights Reserved.