Like Ships Passing in the Night
THE STORY OF THE SONG
The producer of “Almanac No.1” (our Giants & Pilgrims album) is
Dave Wilton. He’s a sweet and extremely talented man who’s awesome
to work with creatively. He recorded all the music in his studio, St. Idas,
and helped arrange each song we captured.
In the making and writing for this album Betony, Dave, myself, and a few others, were exploring this idea of love coming up from the dirt. (I would say that was the music’s over-arching theme for Almanac No. 1.)
Rarely is anything worth doing easy, especially in love, and this idea plays itself out in family, faith, dreams and hopes, friends, regrets, our need for more time, etc. The best kind of love is the most difficult, but it’s the best, but it’s difficult… and so on.
While working together one day Dave turned to me and he said,
“Hey, Bro. Do you ever feel like you and your wife and just ships passing in the night? I get up for work and say goodbye to her and the kids. I get home and take over and she leaves for her work. I’m in bed when she gets home… We hardly are seeing each other. It feels like we’re just these ships passing in the night.”
And so Betony’s painting was created from that sentiment. Then my song was written.
I very much related to what Dave was saying. And so my song plays out that these busy seasons happen, but the hope is that we’re going to turn things around eventually; that we’ll be intentional and find
time to be together. This season won’t last, we’ll find
ourselves out of it eventually and back into a better
schedule of relationship with each other.
Ships Passing in the Nights
by Giants & Pilgrims
Bride up against the tide it’s always you and I, when you want it
Brave, pushing on the waves for a place to stay, Bring the harbor
And our ships are passing
My love this won’t last
Our ships keep on passing
missing in the night
missing in the night
And this too shall pass
Wind, four corners closing in moving on my skin
Do we have to?
Stars thrown upon the wall navigates it all
Like a calling
I’m going to steal my time like it was a crime
For my heartache
The river knows if I take off my clothes
and lay me down we’re drowning ghosts x2
F- C-G F- C-G
Some images from the process of creating this painting –
Read about how/why Betony brings her kids into her painting process here.