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Ghosts

from The Fabulist by Ana Silvera

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lyrics

Summer looked the same
As it ever did before
The grass cut close
As a barber’s throat
Wet diamonds in her jaw

Summer looked the same
As it ever did before
An August haze
A petrol glaze
A sleep walk to our door

Summer fell like lead
And pinioned to the bed
We lay like butterflies
Until our wings turned dry

Summer looked the same
As it always had till then
A bridal veil
A ship set sail
The dazzle of a green, green gem

And the night that wrote your name
Made a cast upon the dawn
Oh we didn’t see its hand
Move over the pages like a storm

Turn me like a light
Blind me to this sight
Circling my mind
Like scavengers at night

Summer turned its face
And it never looked the same
A broken bowl
A patchwork doll
A wind-up in its place

And you didn’t speak a word
As they led you through the door
You were dumbstruck by the ghosts
Who waltzed your body down the hall

And I watched the faces of so many strangers
Come ricochet through him like ghosts at a ball
A soft-footed priest with his eye to the steeple
My father, Our Saviour, a conquistador

And the summer stumbled by
But my love was still the same
Though this hope, pinned like a stolen brooch
Grew rusty in the rain

And I loved you to the bone
Far more than I could say
Though my arms held fast
I could not ask those weary bones to stay

Turn me like a light
Gather me from sight
Visions in my mind
An ever falling sky
Go down to the end
Where calla lilies bend
Roots that in the dark
Still hear his beating heart
And tendrils with blind sight
Still lean towards the light
In golden sorrow

credits

from The Fabulist, released April 22, 2022
Voice – Ana Silvera
Guitar – Adrian Lever
Violin, banjo, drums – Gerry Diver
Double bass - Jasper Høiby

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Ana Silvera London, UK

'Stunning...magical storytelling' -The Guardian

Ana Silvera is a London-born singer- songwriter and composer whose folk and bluegrass-tinged tunes are lyrical, intimate and emotive, works of ‘lavish, vivid imagination’ (Metro). ... more

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