1. |
Sparrow Song
02:38
|
|||
Forty-five sparrows hum you a tune
This fowl form of choir
will sing through next June
And head up north when summer comes ‘round
Join with the sparrows,
Fly far from the South.
As the air grows warm, sun darkening skin
I’ll wait for the sparrows,
when you fly back again
Fifty-Five minnows are swimming upstream
They press on for you, dreaming fish dreams
As they battle fierce current
and brave larger breeds
Make waves, lovely darling. Follow up stream!
I’ll wade in the water with pant leggings rolled
My feet growing wrinkled from the river so cold
Sixty-five gentlemen cutting down trees
Evicting your sparrows and damming your streams
So suit up for progress and build tall a home
Applauded by creatures who’ve seen what we’ve done
But our woods have grown bare now,
no more sparrows sing
Our progress condemning the minnows upstream
Let’s burn down our palace and plant cedars tall
To welcome back sparrows and minnows so small
|
||||
2. |
Vienna in Bloom
03:36
|
|||
I, a petty thief
in this ancient city
still have the broken locket
you told that bowlegged cop it
was mine, the pictures inside
your father, his bride
look at me with eyes
more loving than mine
so breathe deep, breathe slow no need to flinch
when my fingertips reach the point of your elbow
German infomercials
mar my dress rehearsal
my eyes mirror bound
see her maudlin gown lost
in it, I'm dressed resplendent
in my tenement.
how long must I wait
to know our love's fate?
We'll meet 'neath cathedral walls
where tourist's jewels fall
into my grasp
and then I'll ask
these vernal months
can't be time enough
my life's only love
lost to the waxing sun.
|
||||
3. |
Sing, Children, Sing
04:05
|
|||
Sweet sister, save our skin
Guide us from this mess we’re in
Lash us all together,
For this treacherous endeavor
Our fortunes ever tied;
If one is lost, we’ll all die.
Sing, children, sing
To keep your calm,
Recite this simple psalm
Of praise unto the Lord
Who’s rent your dreams forlorn
Sing, children, sing
Will we reach home as Eli?
Sister O’Connell prays with a sigh
He has sent wind and flame
Yet, no chariot bears our name
Sing, children, sing
Lost another home
Filled with sea foam
Don’t fight your coming doom
You’ll meet your parents soon
Sing, children, sing
Will the wind whip us to heaven today?
Or will the sea just drag us away?
|
||||
4. |
Lady of Shallot
04:24
|
|||
As her death boat drifts with the currents run
Her beautiful hair shines, golden in the sun
The breeze gently kissing it with soft summer air.
Her body gleams, white, porcelain, and fair.
This beauteous creature did not love me,
And yet it is I who gave her this beauty.
It was I who designed those soft rose lips,
Those tresses, which flow down to her fingertips.
Yes, I shaped her to be my child.
A young knight took my love away.
She felt his love would save her soul,
with him her heart would stay.
He alone would satisfy her longing to be pursued,
Her longing to feel beautiful,
to never be misused.
The knight could not fulfill her needs
although she’d beg and plead.
She’d never feel his caress,
his love never possess.
And in the end she took her life,
hoping to escape pain.
Now she’ll never know True Love,
for she never knew my name.
|
||||
5. |
Sleep of the Autumn Tree
03:56
|
|||
Let's meet by the school house
Under our Autumn tree
With the shade as our blanket
And the leaves as our sheets.
We'll gaze through the branches
At some faraway scene
And close our eyes to dream.
You may have to coax me
With a tug on my sleeve.
A winter chill's riding
On the crest of the breeze.
It's ice seems to grip me
Every time that we meet.
Would I be a fool to sleep?
Sixty clouds float away.
Where they go I cannot say.
A whispering wind starts to blow.
In fading light the red leaves glow.
Say, "Goodnight."
No. Say, "Goodbye."
We know that time won't pass us by.
Goodbye.
|
||||
6. |
||||
Winter ‘69
I lost my valentine
grey skies, looming low
into these pores of mine
I can still see your face
As you take your place
in the firelight’s glow.
purple and yellow.
Snow came late this year
flurries haunt the steer
somehow I knew it would
but now , I fear
I am the rat king
everything you’d hate to see
I am the poor old man
You’d try your hand
At comforting
Hidden from the singing
Now the nook of my neck
is freezing
no fault of the weather
but, rather
the want of your cheek.
|
JV & Veejay Baytown, Texas
We are a brother-sister duo who tell stories with the help of friends and travelling instruments. We are drawn to the simplicity of a plucked string and the strike of a mallet. Pull up a chair by porch or fireside. Listen and enjoy.
Streaming and Download help
If you like JV & Veejay, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp