A Thousand Tiny Torches

by Arielle Silver

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1.
Stood out in the cold The end of an old year A sprinkling of snow A noisemaker blow Your face reflected gold and red You lit a cigarette And for a second You were light And I could navigate your sky Steer through a thousand storied miles Sail through miracles and trials We never saw spring You never stopped drinking I searched in the dark Stayed looking too long I saw your spark and thought of stars that shine ten billion years Cuz for a second You were light And I could navigate your sky Steer through a thousand storied miles Sail through miracles and trials You were light All our uncharted waters clear All of our faults and fractured nights were beautified You were light I saw your spark and thought of stars that shine ten billion years Cuz for a second You were light And I could navigate your sky Steer through a thousand storied miles Sail through miracles and trials You were light All our uncharted waters clear All of our faults and fractured nights were beautified You were light I saw your spark and thought of stars that shine ten billion years Cuz for a second You were light And I could navigate your sky Steer through a thousand storied miles Sail through miracles and trials You were light All our uncharted waters clear All of our faults and fractured nights were beautified
2.
What would you take if your world was on fire Riding the wind on a tinder of leaves Flames flying in like an enemy fighter Sun rising red, tell me what would you grieve When you’re burned down to the bedrock When you’re scraped down to the coals When everything you thought you knew is changing And you feel the devil fighting for your soul Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Down down down down down down down To what really matters Smoke screens and daydreams don’t help when you’re running Tears lift to heaven the rest of your home Falling like snow you’re an angel in ashes Chimneys and tree bones and churchyard stones When it comes down to the bedrock When everything that you’ve known Is scattered glass in the doorway And you’re wrestling with an angel for control Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Down down down down down down down To what really matters What really matters What really matters What really matters
3.
03:52
Drove home past the old town park Five miles slow on twisting roads Every time I hit a bend It looked like the road would end I gripped the wheel and I took my time Felt like the night would last forever I’d waited eighteen years to leave But now I wished that time would freeze I thought, I don’t know How this growing up goes But I followed the Headlights Followed the headlights And the dots of the broken line All the way home Came back with a broken heart Made it home for the school reunion Took a smoke in the back lot Thinking of everything I’m not Blowing smoke rings to the stars These years they went so fast Wish we could live life in reverse Get a chance to rehearse But all you know is where I’ve been So you follow the Headlights Follow the headlights And the dots of the broken line All the way home All the way home Life’s not flat Living doesn’t unfold like a road map So you follow the headlights Follow the headlights And the dots of the broken line All the way home
4.
04:48
I waited for you I waited for you a long time Stood outside the schoolyard swings twisting in the wind I prayed for you I prayed for you a long time To chase you in the park Try to catch you in a sprint Things I know but cannot explain How life is measured by what you lose and what you gain How to fight for what you treasure, let it go when it’s time to surrender And how I’ll love you only forever You came to me You grew up tall and gangly I taught you how to swim Taught you everything I know But maybe God was lonely Or fate knew all along I’d protect you with my life But Lord knows I’m not that strong Things I know but cannot explain How life is measured by what you lose and what you gain How to fight for what you treasure, let it go when it’s time to surrender And how I’ll love you only forever They say wounds yield a purpose And cracks bring the light All I know is stone on the earth Angel in the sky Things I know but cannot explain How life is measured by what you lose and what you gain How to fight for what you treasure, let it go when it’s time to surrender And how I’ll love you only forever
5.
If you were the woman that you wanted to be You’d be knee-deep in dirt combing layers of earth You’d be digging down through the centuries Making stories out of broken pottery But you settled down and married young Now you’re looking in the mirror at the woman you’ve become What do you do with someone else’s dream? Someone’s else’s life? Someone’s heart? Back in someone else’s dream If you were the woman that you wanted to be You’d be skidding out the lane before the screen door hits the frame You’re be steering straight to lands you never knew Buried temples and gods shaking off your façade But what kind of woman breaks a decent home And how do you know if you can make it on your own What do you do with someone else’s dream? Someone’s else’s life? Someone’s heart? What can you say when you are caught between Who you are And who you thought you’d be Why do you shove Pieces of yourself under the rug What do you do with someone else’s dream? Someone’s else’s life? Someone’s heart? What can you say when you are caught between Who you are And who you thought you’d be Back in someone else’s dream
6.
This old roof is full of leaks It’s dripping in the kitchen it’s been raining for a week We’re fighting over money again, yeah Barely making do Holding onto dreams Gotta choose between the house And a tank of gasoline It ain’t too funny now, no But the day’s gonna come, honey, when We’re gonna laugh about the days We counted every penny We’re gonna laugh at all the ways Our pockets came up empty One thing I’ll always thank Is I got you beans or bank We’re gonna laugh, laugh, laugh Laugh about it Catching drops in a pail The storm is never ending And we’re trying to fix the sail Need something lucky now, yeah Babe, don’t turn to your side Let’s meet in the middle and swallow our pride It ain’t too funny now, no, But the day’s gonna come honey, when We’re gonna laugh about the days We counted every penny We’re gonna laugh at all the ways Our pockets came up empty One thing I’ll always thank Is I got you beans or bank We’re gonna laugh, laugh, laugh Laugh about it Forget about the check account Take account of all the gifts we’ve got right here I am swimming in your love Wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks We’re gonna laugh about the days We counted every penny We’re gonna laugh at all the ways Our pockets came up empty And one thing I’m thankful for Is I got you rich or poor We’re gonna laugh, laugh, laugh Laugh about it
7.
05:23
Freight train’s in the distance, hear that whistle blow See it slipping like a serpent beneath the sunset glow Further out the clouds are building up a storm Throwing bolts of lightning, they say it’s gonåna pour And someone’s calling someone, I can hear the neighbor’s ring But no one’s calling me I turn up all the lamps like a lighthouse on the bay And tip an empty bottle to another lonely day Off the porch in the clover beyond the throw of light Fireflies are blinking the coming of the night Like a thousand tiny torches on a broken down marquee No one’s calling me That train knows where it’s going If you make it back around I’ll be sitting in the porch light On the lonely side of town Closer now, the clouds, it’s really gonna It’s rumbling with thunder like the coming of the Lord And someone’s calling someone, can almost hear the choir sing But no one’s calling me, no one’s calling me
8.
What would you take if your world was on fire Riding the wind on a tinder of leaves Flames flying in like an enemy fighter Sun rising red, tell me what would you grieve When you’re burned down to the bedrock When you’re scraped down to the coals When everything you thought you knew is changing And you feel the devil fighting for your soul Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Down down down down down down down To what really matters Smoke screens and daydreams don’t help when you’re running Tears lift to heaven the rest of your home Falling like snow you’re an angel in ashes Chimneys and tree bones and churchyard stones When it comes down to the bedrock When everything that you’ve known Is scattered glass in the doorway And you’re wrestling with an angel for control Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Flask of whisky Stash of pot Letters from a lover that you should have long forgot When your tidal wave of tears turns to laughter That’s when you know it comes down Down down down down down down down To what really matters What really matters What really matters What really matters

about

Arielle Silver crafts songs that are luminous, literate, and alive. A Thousand Tiny Torches, the singer-songwriter’s new Indie Folk Americana collection, is a testament to her renewal of inspiration, the rekindling of dreams, and the redemptive power and connective compassion that defines her artistry.

Her rich, expressive alto voice frames expansive melodies that echo the American heartland. Now based in Los Angeles, Arielle knows this geography well. A performing itinerary transported her from Club Passim in her adopted hometown of Boston to venues including Eddie’s Attic in Atlanta and Nashville’s 12th & Porter, plus stops to the Southwest, as she steered a vegetable oil-fueled vehicle across Texas to Abilene, Odessa and Austin.

Ten years ago, with three well-received releases accompanied by national tours, she lost sight of her future as an artist. “Though my heart still ached to write songs and sing, I found that I couldn't do it anymore,” she recalls.

Arielle moved to the City of the Angels. She divorced and remarried, taught yoga philosophy, and worked behind the scenes in the music industry. She penned and published essays and poems, and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best New Poets. She baked innumerable pies. After being rejected for a PhD program, she constructed a blue “she shed” in her backyard. And it was in this rustic space – surrounded by 47 volumes of her journals – that she rekindled her love for music and dedicated herself to writing one song per week.

The result is A Thousand Tiny Torches. Produced by Shane Alexander, the project is propelled by the masterful playing of a sterling cast of players with credits from Lady Gaga to KT Tunstall to Lukas Nelson: Denny Weston Jr., drums; Carl Byron, keyboards; Darby Orr, bass; Jesse Siebenberg, steel guitar; and Mike Mullins on mandolin. Michael Gehring tracked the project at Secret World Studios in Los Angeles in the famous Sound City Studios complex, and GRAMMY-winners Brian Yaskulka and Hans DeKline mixed and mastered, respectively. A loyal group of supporters funded the recording through a Kickstarter campaign.

A consummate storyteller, Arielle’s narratives crosscut exacting details with universal themes. On the lead single “What Really Matters,” she recalls a harrowing season in Southern California as gunshots ricocheted through a country bar and the surrounding hills ignited with apocalyptic wildfires.

In contrast are incandescent songs with characters and conversations etched in fine lines and deep empathy. Vivid imagery glows with headlights, porch lights, lighthouses, bolts of lightning, fireflies, and stars that have been shining for ten billion years.

After launching her return with a holiday single, Arielle is now back onstage at house concerts and listening rooms, including the fabled Hotel Café in Hollywood. Plans are underway for West Coast tours and upcoming dates in Boston. This time, she says, she is doing it for the right reasons. “When I was younger I was performing,” she confirms. “Now, I’m connecting.”

Arielle Silver says that when she made her break with music, her ambition for everything stopped. “I couldn’t see the future. It was beautiful. I became so present in a way I never had been before, and the sense of being present lasted for a long time.” Now, in themes that speak to losing and rediscovering the path, emerges a musical alchemy of renewal and rebirth: A loving light that is reflected from A Thousand Tiny Torches.

credits

released June 26, 2020

All songs by Arielle Silver
Produced by Shane Alexander
Engineered by Michael Gehring at Secret World Studios
Mixed by Brian Yaskulka
Mastered by Hans DeKline
Photo by Anabel DFlux
Sketch by Max Forward
Design by Arielle Silver and Danit Sigler

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Arielle Silver - vocals (all), acoustic guitar (all), clarinet (4), claps (2, 8)
Shane Alexander - vocals (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8), electric guitar (1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8), acoustic guitar (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8), hi strung guitar (6), keys (2, 3, 8), claps (2, 8)
Carl Byron - organ (all), piano (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8), keys (2, 5, 6, 8), Wurlitzer Jesse Siebenberg - lap steel (1, 4, 5, 7), percussion (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8), baritone guitar (2, 5, 8), 12 string guitar (5), keys (7)
Mike Mullins - mandolin (3)
Darby Orr - bass (all)
Denny Weston Jr - drums (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8), percussion (2, 4, 5, 7, 8)
Michael Gehring - claps (2, 8)

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Arielle Silver Los Angeles, California

American Songwriter Daily Discovery artist, Arielle Silver's songs have the heart of Laurel Canyon, the pulse of Americana, and the soul of the Chelsea Hotel. Her long-awaited upcoming album, A THOUSAND TINY TORCHES, was community-funded and releases June 2020. The Boston Globe called Something Pretty Something True album,“Lovely songwriting and arrangements,” ... more

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