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Soft on the Shoulder
03:30
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It starts with a witness, a kindness, a vision
A hand held, an arm linked in mine
Carving out some time
To understand my crime
I try not to fear thoughts of change sought for old flaws
My heart might not want to feel
But we can never heal
What we keep concealed
Love more, fear less it’s a practice
I don’t promise you gold
But I swear it on my soul
I’ll keep trying
Were you asking me to listen?
Was I talking through your turn?
Was I offering kisses and band-aids
Insufficient to the burn?
Were you marching on the frontlines
Were you calling for my aid
While I stood soft on the shoulder
Watching the parade?
Love more, fear less it’s a practice
Love more, fear less it’s a practice
Love more, fear less it’s a practice
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2. |
Bramble Vine
04:13
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Blackberries grew in the thicket north of our yard
In summer we’d pick them and come home with stickers
And thorns in our arms
Some hours later when supper was plated and served
We’d barely remember the pain for the pleasure
That went into making dessert
Some kind of love is like that
Sweetness buried in a thorny patch
Bramble vine, heat, and time
Form a heart from the scraps
Like making pie from scratch
Some kind of love is like that
Someone once showed me the best way to work with the dough
Just a few presses, you crimp down the edges
Then squeak the old oven door closed
Finding a balance to strike between effort and ease
Requires some practice, a delicate lattice
You learn it degree by degree
Some kind of love is like that
Sweetness buried in a thorny patch
Bramble vine, heat, and time
Form a heart from the scraps
Like making pie from scratch
Some kind of love is like that
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3. |
Rickie Lee
03:31
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Haze of smoke, wall of sound
I cut right through the kitchen
I sliced right through the crowd
To the low lit room in back
with the cinder block shelves and the vinyl stacks
Raspberry hat, tangerine braid
A candle at her fingers
Casting shadows on the shade
And the musky scent of clove tobacco leaves
Cool like Rickie Lee
You could say I was a new tune seeker
You could say she was a new groove preaching girl
She might say it was a track for scratching
She might say it was the needle catching
Well I won't say if I backed away
I won't say if I played it safe
A whisky bottle's got to pour
And a ship is safe in harbor
But that's not what it's for
And a record makes no sound
Unless that turntable's turning round and round
You could say I was a new tune seeker
You could say she was a new groove preaching girl
She might say it was a track for scratching
She might say it was the needle catching
Well I won't say if I backed away
I won't say if I played it safe
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4. |
Ghost Ships
03:58
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We talked forever about a blue house in a magazine
The orange flames of maple leaves in Fall
We’d fix the cellar, piano in the living room
Bookcase and curtains in the hall
I made a scrapbook in my mind of future times
Sailing on ghost ships
Out to sea on ghost ships
Things we never did
Maybe winter, digging out from snow
The last nor’easter froze us to the core
Or maybe youth, hadn’t lived enough to see
The way that love can leave you wanting more
By summer we were through
House of blue
Sailing on ghost ships
Out to sea on ghost ships
Things we never did
Unlived lives on ghost ships
Still afloat on ghost ships
Lives we never lived
Now and then I hear some news of you
Looks like somehow we both made it to the other coast
Do you believe in ghosts?
Sailing on ghost ships
Out to sea on ghost ships
Things we never did
Unlived lives on ghost ships
Still afloat on ghost ships
Lives we never lived
Do you believe in ghosts?
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5. |
Asteroids and Chaos
03:58
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An asteroid is coming
I read it in a magazine
It’s gonna come incredibly close
Tall as the Empire State Building
Chaos on the doorstep
I tell you we should hide
Stockpile jars of jelly
Clean the sleeping bags, stock up on wine
You say this could be our big chance
Hot glue and cardboard boxes
Together we can build a rocket
And we can launch a rocket to the sky
Or we can dig a cellar to hide in
Or maybe we can strike a balance, unroll the hammock
Hold each other through the panic
Maybe it’s a prophet with a prize
Hark the herald angels singing
When the rocking of the cosmos sways us
Love will save us
From asteroids and chaos
The pasta shelves are empty
There’s panic on the news
I’m crying in the front yard
Thinking about everything we’ll lose
I hear music from the house
You swing the windows open wide
Raise two crystal glasses
Say today you’re pouring the good wine
You say if this is our last dance
Let’s not waste a minute
If I get one wish, baby, you’re it
And we can launch a rocket to the sky
Or we can dig a cellar to hide in
Or maybe we can strike a balance, unroll the hammock
Hold each other through the panic
Maybe it’s a prophet with a prize
Hark the herald angels singing
When the rocking of the cosmos sways us
Love will save us
From asteroids and chaos
While we’re alone together
I know what might make us feel better
And we can launch a rocket to the sky
Or we can dig a cellar to hide in
Or maybe we can strike a balance, unroll the hammock
Hold each other through the panic
Maybe it’s a prophet with a prize
Hark the herald angels singing
When the rocking of the cosmos sways us
Love will save us
From asteroids and chaos
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6. |
Worth Waiting For
03:59
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You stepped out in silhouette
Barefoot, glowing, sounding out my name
Laughter and chatter, a splash
Poolside band began to play, what can I say
Baby, you're not a fall back, a rebound
Distraction, no flash in the pan
Baby, you're not a trinket, a trophy
A token to show on my hand
You are everything
Worth waiting for
Underneath a canopy of branches
Shadows, dappled light of sun
It's gonna take my whole life to show you
You are the one, you are the one
Baby, you're not a fall back, a rebound
Distraction, no flash in the pan
Baby, you're not a trinket, a trophy
A token to show on my hand
You are not the bottom of a bottle
A charm bracelet bauble
Tangled with stars and a horse
You are not a sweet drink, a ferris wheel fling
You are everything
Baby, you're not a fall back, a rebound
Distraction, no flash in the pan
Baby, you're not a trinket, a trophy
A token to show on my hand
You are not the bottom of a bottle
A charm bracelet bauble
Tangled with stars and a horse
You are not a sweet drink, a ferris wheel fling
You are everything
You are everything
Worth waiting for
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7. |
Miracle
03:59
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Ankle deep in the Pacific I sink my feet into the foam
Looking out on the horizon where the ocean touches the unknown
Hands and knees beside a tide pool filling buckets for a mold
While my daydreams are drifting by you've built a castle with a moat
Ooooo I call it a miracle
You call it unpredictable odds
Maybe I'm more Sense and Sensibility
Maybe you're more Stars Wars and Disney
Spinning the teacups faster and faster
I'm looking up for the belt of Orion
Beyond the circle of airplanes flying
You're up on LA stars award show fashion
Oooo I call it a miracle
It seems improbable the chances when I think of space and time
We'd even land in the same country you say what a lucky roll of dice
Ooooo I call it a miracle
Maybe I'm more Sense and Sensibility
Maybe you're more Stars Wars and Disney
Spinning the teacups faster and faster
I'm looking up for the belt of Orion
Beyond the circle of airplanes flying
You're up on LA stars award show fashion
Oooo I call it a miracle
You call it unpredictable odds
Ooooo I call it a miracle
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8. |
Clipped Wings
03:15
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I was in two places at one time
Fast asleep beside you
Also locked and crying
In an attic on the darkest night
Not a silhouette in sight
Couldn’t see a simple shape beyond my outstretched arms
A prison of imagined bars
All alone I cried for help
Calling out for someone else
Rattling the bars, shouting at the sky
Raging like a banshee at my clipped wings
You never wore a cape, you never learned to fly
All the years I wanted you to save me
Like a mystic message prophesied
Dawn broke and I saw clearly what it signified
The key was in my hold and I was
All alone I cried for help
Calling out for someone else
All alone I cried for help
But only I could save myself
Rattling the bars, shouting at the sky
Raging like a banshee at my clipped wings
You never wore a cape, you never learned to fly
All the years I wanted you to save me
The darkest night taught me to see
That’s the moment I was set free
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9. |
Riverdock at Sunset
03:25
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On the riverdock at sunset
Beneath a crayon box of sky
Last moments being supervised
Cameras pinned us down like butterflies
We clipped flowers onto dresses
Coupled off against the chill
Cusp of honeysuckle summer evening
Every word we spoke full of meaning
On the riverdock at sunset
The ones who taught us how to stand
Reminiscing over rubber soled shoes
Wondering how we got to heels and hairdos
And constellations turn
Above the river that keeps flowing by
Time on Earth keeps slipping by
There’s a difference between keeping something safe
And helping it to grow
On the riverdock at sunset
Through the lens of passing years
Half between leaving and lingering
We try to learn how to love without worrying
And constellations turn
Above the river that keeps flowing by
Time on Earth keeps slipping by
There’s a difference between keeping something safe
And helping it to grow
On the riverdock at sunset
Along the worn and weathered boards
Nothing’s meant to stay, but still
Letting go is the hardest drill
And constellations turn
Above the river that keeps flowing by
Time on Earth keeps slipping by
There’s a difference between keeping something safe
And helping it to grow
Moments like the waves of the watershed
On the riverdock at sunset
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10. |
Bottle Up Tonight
04:20
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One part alabaster moon
One part rustling old raccoon
One part whispers of a breeze
One part heady jasmine bloom
One part lonely night bird tune
One part two heart beats
Might we make an apothecary potion
Or bottle it like Napa wine
Might we capture all we left unspoken
Cork it up for future delight
Whatever time might hold
Whatever fate unfolds
Forget all that we can't control
But let's bottle up tonight
Spotlight of a street lamp beam
Shadows dancing in between
Familiar as an old refrain
All the stories of the past
The future ones that come too fast
Off the edges of the frame
Might we make an apothecary potion
Or bottle it like Napa wine
Might we capture all we left unspoken
Cork it up for future delight
Whatever time might hold
Whatever fate unfolds
Forget all that we can't control
But let's bottle up to –
Whatever time might hold
Whatever fate unfolds
Forget all that we can't control
But let's bottle up tonight
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Arielle Silver Los Angeles, California
Music Connection TOP 2020 PROSPECTS and
American Songwriter Daily Discovery, 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,”
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