Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Subtle Love , by - Joan Shelley. Song from the album Over and Even, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 03.09.2015
Record label: No Quarter
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Subtle Love , by - Joan Shelley. Song from the album Over and Even, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняSubtle Love |
| Got to leave this house, go swiftly out |
| I’ve been lying around till noon |
| Till the fear comes on |
| That I might have fallen |
| Honey, I think of you. |
| The winter’s calling loudly now |
| I believe it’ll be here soon |
| And it won’t be kind, |
| It’ll rule me with shadows |
| Turning my gold to blue. |
| Go away, go away you poison loves |
| For you I have no use |
| I can sleep alone |
| Many a night I’ve gone |
| Never to think of you. |
| Well, the leaves have fallen |
| The season’s passed |
| I’ll go west, or someplace new |
| Where the lights are low |
| So the stars can glow |
| Brighter than the blues. |
| Stay on My Shore |
| Stay on my shore |
| And don’t desert me |
| And if you go |
| The wind will blow you back to me |
| And if your boat is broken out on the rocks |
| It wasn’t anger, but a longing. |
| We feed the birds |
| Syrup and seed |
| So they stay near, |
| So we can see |
| Flashing red and blue amid the green |
| When the fruit has long since rotten. |
| Rolled in the needles and wrecked our skin |
| Gave it all to be empty |
| Wrapped in leaves wet and clinging |
| In wreathes so holy |
| You split the cord, |
| The cedar and holly |
| And lie indoors |
| Let the smoke do the cleaning |
| And sweeten our skin with the salt and the stone |
| Lace the pages of our story. |
| Over and Even |
| We sight the mornings softly |
| Take to them easy |
| The scent of the wood and coffee |
| Our cup is filling. |
| Outside the river flows |
| Its course unfolding |
| A strength it never knows |
| A sweet outpouring. |
| The scents that bloom the hours, |
| I write you daily |
| I speak of friends and brothers |
| and sisters waiting |
| To sew your winter coat |
| To keep you warm and dry |
| The size of you to hold |
| Tender knots are tied |
| And over and over, |
| and over and even |
| How can the stars design it |
| To pull and move us? |
| We crave their waning light, |
| An ancient. |
| And draped in candlelight |
| We did outshine it |
| I miss your scent and sight |
| How can I write this? |
| And over and over, |
| and over and even |
| Not Over By Half |
| You’ve torn your shirt |
| You’ve outgrown this town |
| Your friends are all scattered and you’re lonesome |
| But you’re still searching for music in the sounds |
| It’s a tame world would leave you unbroken. |
| Oh lady, oh Mother, bring your garden to me |
| Pull it around my body so the world cannot see |
| The blue of my veins and the tracks on my cheeks |
| But leave the tulips for when I go under. |
| But it’s not over by half |
| There’s a gold in your eyes blooming out through the black |
| and you’re still standing, your hand on the map |
| No it’s not over, not over by half |
| When that day comes and the lights go dim |
| The weight off your shoulders, the sun off your skin |
| And the ones who have known you, |
| Your lovers and friends, |
| Will be marked by the spark that was taken. |
| Here on the mountain I’m thinking of you |
| The birds are all singing, screaming of youth |
| And here I am holding, keeping a room |
| Just a place you can lay when you’re older. |
| Ariadne’s Gone |
| Lay down beside me |
| I want you to touch me |
| I know we’re not friendly that way. |
| I walk the sands |
| Where your temple still stands |
| Now you’ve gone where you wanted to go. |
| I’m looking for signs of her |
| Left from your time with her |
| Proof that you’ve needed a woman. |
| Here on the land where she promised to stay |
| At your command, 'cause you want it that way |
| And she’s plastic. |
| Love changes hands |
| He wears stars on his skin |
| And he’s tall as your columns of marble |
| He says come take my hand now |
| I want you to stand now |
| For some things are greater than fiction. |
| I’ll write my poems and letters for this |
| Pulled from the air are the words that you give |
| If you’re willing. |
| Here give your hand to me |
| Come near and be with me |
| Friend, won’t you stay here a while? |
| Friend, won’t you stay here a while? |
| No More Shelter |
| Pull up the horses |
| And carry me back behind the lines |
| Back to the water, |
| Back with the gardens and the vines |
| Where two hands of ashen gold |
| Chase down my fever |
| and wash me with soap |
| When half of us were losing |
| And half of us were wrong, |
| A rose you planted. |
| Leather and rope, |
| Fire inside the rock |
| The heavens open |
| I am like a child on the spot |
| Asking god why’d you come? |
| Was it all for some glory, |
| Was it all for a song? |
| And my eyes are still searching |
| For a light in the fog |
| A sweetheart to sing for me |
| I was thrown from the center |
| Where I once so bravely spun |
| I was pulled through the colors |
| Through the colors did I run |
| And my eyes were wide and gleaming, |
| Though wind-whipped by the storm |
| There is no more shelter for the broken |
| I hear they still track me now |
| Dogs try to sniff out my home |
| I’ll write you in the scars |
| Laid in trails by the jets headed home |
| How you mold me and move me still |
| I’m calling on your memory here alone in my cell |
| A time when you fed me, a time I was filled |
| But one of us must keep from crying. |
| Easy Now |
| Easy now, |
| It’s almost over |
| The fever will run out |
| Now the nights are colder |
| Who will lift your face to see how the stars |
| Shine brighter when you’re lonely? |
| The rains came down |
| Ran across the river |
| Sweet the sound |
| And the scent familiar |
| You pulled the clothes from the line and came in |
| You were needed at my side. |
| In the open my heart beats loudly |
| We’re not broken, no we just are free again |
| Again |
| Easy now, |
| It’s almost over |
| To the friends who stuck around |
| Go and hold them closer |
| The ones that watched you wander out on the rocks |
| When the light of day was fading. |
| In the open our hearts beat loudly |
| We’re not broken no we just are free again |
| Again |
| Lure and Line |
| Lure and line |
| Lure and line |
| Loom of white |
| Hooks and winds |
| Pulled down now from the ether |
| Laid before our open eyes |
| Lure and line |
| Lure and line |
| Lure and line |
| Lure and line |
| Jenny come in |
| Heat of the city, a breeze cross his forehead |
| His hand on the windowsill rests |
| Waiting to hear it, her feet on the porch steps |
| Jenny come in, he says under his breath. |
| He says that two can make more than two |
| He says that two can push out the ghosts |
| He says I’m haunted by somebody lonely |
| I hear the voice at night when you’re gone |
| Saying |
| You know what I’d do if I were you? |
| Break down the door and go after her running |
| And when she returns the things that she’s borrowed |
| Coming to see what was made and what broke |
| Guilty, his eyes unraveled |
| The thread at her hem and the pearls at her throat. |
| Under the swaying, the floorboards are creaking |
| There’s sweat down his new cotton clothes |
| While a song in the next room is playing |
| A voice from the radio calls |
| Saying, |
| You know what I’d do if I were you? |
| Break down the door and go after her running |
| You know what I’d do if I were you? |
| Set fire to the cords that bind you in longing |
| Jenny come in, there’s food on the table |
| And though it is small, a bed that is clean |
| Music for playing and hands that are able |
| To hold a woman who’s warm but mean. |
| Wine and Honey |
| Wine and honey |
| There’ll be no more Sundays to confess and pray. |
| O rake, o wanderer |
| Did silence awaken a hunger in you? |
| When all the world was breaking |
| You sat there just humming something you made. |
| When like it or not, I am already home |
| I like when it rains but I’m unfriendly |
| And like it or not this whole world is full and hungry. |
| Light my room |
| My words with fuel laid kindly for me |
| Grown from the vines |
| That watched us in silence, suffering |
| For wine and honey, |
| The sight of the stars buzzing. |
| My Only Trouble |
| Once we stretched out so fair |
| My hand here, your mouth there |
| As the fog stepped around us |
| There was hay in your hair. |
| And the salt of our skin |
| Brined the clay there within |
| It was mine that would harden |
| And then cease to bend. |
| When my only trouble |
| When my only trouble |
| When my only trouble |
| Is you. |
| Now I stand at the wood |
| Where the wind bends the pines |
| And the place where you loved me |
| Wears the mark of our spines. |
| But when spring still shows |
| Brings the tulip and the rose |
| Well, then no one will pity |
| A girl in the throes. |
| When my only trouble… |
| Now I won’t scorn the god |
| Who had thickened the fog, |
| He’s the one that brings the thunder |
| When that’s all I’ve got. |
| When my only trouble… |
| Subtle Love |
| Lost in memories that in your bed you found |
| Grass lay bent in warmth you gathered around |
| Your every dream the oceans heave |
| Unto the shore, they form and feed. |
| It’s a subtle kind of love, |
| Its a simple kind of glory |
| By paved edge I saw you standing down |
| In the purple light the flag there on the ground |
| To be rocked and cradled by failed hands |
| Wounds where flesh is torn and mends. |
| It’s a subtle kind of love, |
| Its a simple kind of glory |
| The day has scattered the light across you mouth |
| Keep your words but lend me your warmth a while |
| Then here I’ll leave you here I’ll go |
| And no one follows so no one knows. |
| It’s a subtle kind of love, |
| Its a simple kind of glory |
| It’s a mother’s wet tongue, |
| It’s a melody outpouring |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Brighter Than the Blues | 2015 |
| Over and Even | 2015 |
| Stay On My Shore | 2015 |
| Not Over By Half | 2015 |
| First of August ft. Joan Shelley | 2012 |
| Easy Now | 2015 |
| Sweet Dark-Haired Man | 2012 |
| The Door | 2012 |
| The Pain for Your Pleasure | 2012 |
| Siren | 2012 |
| Wild Indifference | 2017 |
| River Low | 2014 |
| No More Shelter | 2015 |
| Something Small | 2014 |
| Rising Air | 2014 |
| Moss & Marrow | 2014 |
| Electric Ursa | 2014 |
| Long Way to Night | 2014 |