Song lyrics

Here are song lyrics for my most recent album, Islands of Possible Things.  I will add more song lyrics from past and future albums as I’m able to.

 

 

Fishtown © Clare Norelle, 2018

We go down to Fishtown in the mist and autumn light

To gather leaves and feathers to line our winter pockets

Underneath the cedars moss and woodsmoke mingle

And pull us into shadows by the edges of the river

Where the sculptor with his blackened pipe has built a ship of dreams

The silversmith has taken this and added precious things

They tell of winding waterways, of setting forth and moving on

As the stormlight on a distant sea shines in their eyes

Down in Fishtown

 

We go down to Fishtown seeking refuge from the noise

And rising on the river a heron lifts her wings

We spread our arms in wonder as she flies into the wind

And high above the Skagit, who’ve long lived on the land

We find simple dwellings and towers through the vines

From the people of the cities who have wandered out of time

There are visions in the undergrowth and the sunlight trickles on

You talk of writing poems, I talk of writing songs

Down in Fishtown

 

We go down to Fishtown to scuff among the leaves

And clamber up the boulders above the silver waves

But in the autumn silence, a rifle cracks the sky 

And overhead a fighter jet roars by

Then quiet whispers in again softly through the branches

We gather up our memories as talismans to guide us

And somewhere in the contrast our lives hang in the balance

So we hold the moments tenderly, treasuring our time

Down in Fishtown

 

Algo de Tí / Something of You  © Clare Norelle, 2018

Oigo el viento cantando en las ramas que están fuera de mi puerta

Estoy cansada en la tarde

Huelo la lluvia que entra por mi ventana con su perfume de sueños

En la calma de la noche

Y aunque estoy tan lejos de todo lo que amo

Y aunque el cielo no es el mismo

En el aire que respiro hay algo de ti

Algo de ti

 

I can hear the wind singing in the branches

that are just beyond my door, and I’m tired in the evening

I can smell the rain drifting through my window

With a gentle scent of dreams, in the quiet of the night

And though I am so far away from everything I love

And even though the sky is not the same here

In the air I’m breathing there is something of you

Something of you

 

Siento el sol despejando las nubes y calentando la mañana

Al empezar el día

Veo un arco iris brillando en el rocio y llevando la promesa

Que volveré a estar contigo

Y aunque estoy tan lejos de todo lo que amo

Y aunque el cielo no es el mismo

En el aire que respiro hay algo de ti

Algo de ti


I can feel the sun opening on through the clouds

and warming up the morning, as the day’s beginning

I can see a rainbow shimmering within the dew

and bringing me the promise of joining you again

And though I am so far away from everything I love

and even though the sky is not the same here

In the air I’m breathing there is something of you

Something of you

Algo de ti

 

 

In Some Other Universe © Clare Norelle, 2018 

In some other universe maybe you’d still be around

I could see your laughing eyes I could hear the sound

Of your voice in my ears, and I’d smile through these tears

I’d be so glad just to see you again

Glad just to see you again

 

Like the sun above the clouds on a foggy day

Like music humming all around,

there’s something here that stays

And you’re here, and you’re gone and I keep going on

I’d be so glad just to see you again

Glad just to see you again

 

I still smile when I think of you

You’re in the ways that I feel and the things I do

I will love you all my days

And I’ll be all right, I’ll be okay

 

 

L’Accordeoniste (par Michel Emer)

La fille de joie est belle au coin de la rue là bas

Elle a une clientele qui lui remplit son bas

Quand son boulot s’achève elle s’en va à son tour

Chercher un peu de rêve dans un bal du faubourg

Son homme est un artiste, un drôle de petit gars

Un accordéoniste qui sait jouer la java

 

Elle écoute la java, mais elle ne la danse pas

elle ne regarde même pas la piste

Et ses yeux amoureux suivent le jeu nerveux

et les doigts secs et longs de l’artiste

Ça lui rentre dans la peau par le bas par le haut

elle a envie de chanter c’est physique

Tout son être est tendu

son souffle est suspendu

c’est une vraie tordue de la musique

 

La fille de joie est triste au coin de la rue là bas

Son accordéoniste, il est parti soldat

Quand il reviendra de la guerre

ils prendront une maison

Elle sera la caissière, et lui, fera le patron

Que la vie sera belle, ils seront de vrais pachas

Et tous les soirs pour elle, il jouera la java

 

Elle écoute la java qu’elle fredonne tout bas

elle revoit son accordéoniste

Et ses yeux amoureux suivent le jeu nerveux

et les doigts secs et longs de l’artiste

Ça lui rentre dans la peau par le bas, par le haut

elle a envie de pleurer, c’est physique

Tout son être est tendu son souffle est suspendu

c’est une vraie tordue de la musique

 

La fille de joie est seule au coin de la rue là bas

Les filles qui font la gueule

les hommes n’en veulent pas

Et tant pis si elle crève son homme ne reviendra plus

Adieux tous les beaux rêves sa vie, elle est foutue

Pourtant ses jambes tristes

l’emmènent au boui-boui

Où y a un autre artiste qui joue toute la nuit

 

Elle écoute la java…… elle entend la java…

elle a fermé les yeux… les doigts secs et nerveux

Ça lui rentre dans la peau par le bas, par le haut

elle a envie de crier, c’est physique

Alors pour oublier elle s’est mise à danser

à tourner au son de la musique

Arrêtez la musique!

 

 

River of Tears © Clare Norelle, 2018

Lately every time I turn around it seems I’m crying

Lately every time I turn around I’m crying

River of tears bathe us bring us home

Wash away these troubles and these sorrows

Love was our beginning

Now we stumble through the stones

We are broken, bring us home

 

Lately every time I turn around I’m crying

Lately every time I turn around…

Lead me to the water

Soak the bitter from my bones

I’ve been in this desert far too long

 

 

Virgen del Consuelo Adaptada de la canción “Ruego”, de Isabel Parra, por Alberto Cumplido.

Virgen del consuelo, madre celestial

mira cuántos pueblos quedaron atrás

madre celestial, quedaron atrás

 

Todos los anduve con el solo afán

de secarme el llanto con tu delantal

madre celestial, con tu delantal

 

Tu estabas sembrando de amores un surco

con el viento fuerte se perdió su fruto

se perdió su fruto

 

Fue de un palomito sin padre ni madre,

Y cuando fue palomo se fue por los aires

ay mi palomo, palomito, ay mi palomo

 

 

Islands of Possible Things © Clare Norelle, 2018

Looking through a broken window in the dizzy light

I see bridges burning as days are driven by

The city is a tangled vision, blinding in the glare

I would like to open up and fly… away from here

 

Stand on the shore, breathing the air

after the rain, stars shining clear

 

There’s a message on a billboard blocking out the sky

There’s a story on a big screen tying up the night

There’s a wind brushing by me smelling like the sea

There’s a sound I almost hear, a place I’d like to be

 

Walking a path into the trees

friends waiting there, smiling at me

Islands of memories, islands of dreams

Islands of possible things

 

I see it slowly in my mind

elusive like the sunlight flashing on the waves

hard edges dissolve and are swept away

 

Islands of memories, islands of dreams

Islands of possible things

 

 

Song of the Water © Clare Norelle, 2018

You may wander through the desert, but you will not be alone

When you find you are most thirsty, then your thirst can lead you home

Though the path may seem elusive, you will find it step by step

And in the breath that fills each moment

There’s a stream where you may rest

 

We are a song of the water, we are we are

Sound that is moving, we are we are

Dance that is turning, and turning again

Returning to the source

Flowing on and changing, flowing on and changing

 

Through the seeds that grow in springtime

and the warmth and summer light

Through the harvests of the autumn

and the long dark winter nights

Like the springs that run to rivers

running on into the seas

then the mists that rise to fall as rain

We flow and are released

 

We are a song of the water, we are we are

Sound that is moving, we are we are

Dance that is turning, and turning again

Returning to the source

Flowing on and changing, flowing on and changing

 

And I hear you, and you hear me

We are waves on the water, a song of the water

We rise and fall and change…

 

We are a song of the water, we are we are

Sound that is moving, we are we are

Dance that is turning, and turning again

Returning to the source

Flowing on and changing, flowing on and changing