This song came to me on an empty train platform, savoring the workshop that had just happened and the journey that was to come and the deliciousness loneliness of it all. I had picked up a copy of Wallace Stevens’s Harmonium in an Edinburgh bookstore a few days before and had been struck by this stanza from his poem, Invective Against Crows. “The soul, o father, being lonely flies/ beyond your chariots/ unto the skies”.
p.s. I thought Invective Against Crows would make a poor title for a song, so opted for Beyond Your Chariots instead. You’re welcome.