Evening Sounds

by Jake Shane

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"Jake Shane's songs take us into a space populated by saviors and strangers, situated somewhere between minute particulars and eternity. His voice yearns and seeks, and his language is as fresh and original as it is beguiling. By turns plaintive, rollicking, mystic, celebratory, Jake's music channels the spirit of blues and folk traditions while breathing new life into the old forms. His characters are often familiar; the stories are his." Emir Parrotta


"Jake Shane's album Evening Sounds neatly blends folk, Americana and even some Spanish influences from his time in Madrid in pleasant melodies with some clever lyrics on songs such as Before Winter and Seascape. An enjoyable listen." Martin Chilton, The Daily Telegraph.

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released March 13, 2015

Jake Shane - Guitar, Vocals
Sally Fazakerley - Background Vocals
Stephen Turney - Piano, Accordion, Additional Percussion
Ben Jones - Upright Bass
Ken Byers - Percussion

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Stephen Turney
Recorded at The Treehouse in Nashville, Tennessee
Mastered by Alex McCollough at Yes Master
Additional recording by James ‘Jamp’ Phelan in Madrid, Spain

Cover photo by Bonita Beil
Guitar made by Juan Álvarez in Madrid, Spain. 
All songs written by Jake Shane

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Jake Shane is an American singer-songwriter based in Madrid, Spain.

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Track Name: The All Night Boys
The All Night Boys

Valley stretched out like the ancient spine
Of a King James Bible stained with Sunday wine
And the stars exhale over Granada
A darker, an older sonata

Water kneeling, rising, chanting on rocks
Under the blown up bridge with all the rusted locks
Your heart started hard as the temple columns
But that didn’t keep the kingdom from falling

And the all night boys with their melodies
Hanging to the walls of the narrow streets

Blood orange boughs bow in weighted silence
As the air is thickened with a cavalry of violence
And the bride with a kerchief in her hands
The groom’s razor blade in the river sand

She dreams of gypsies tying, taking Jacob
To a sea of reeds just before she wakes up
And the stars exhale over Granada
A darker, an older sonata

And the all night boys with their melodies
Hanging to the walls of the narrow streets
Track Name: Visions
Visions

The room was quiet and warm
Almost as if there were no storm
Limbs bent about to spill
Against the pane and windowsill
Rain stones wrote their poetry
As we hunted the mystery

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay

White light of the new moon shone
Just like jasmine on unhewn stone
Isaac touched his cheek to it
To see if he still could submit
The consecrated blade on his knee
As he hunted the mystery

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay

Curtains rose as windows cracked
The night began its final act
You unwound a lullaby
Words replaced by deepening sighs
Your chest was a rising sea
As we hunted the mystery

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay
Track Name: The Upper Sun
The Upper Sun

Old men amble through the park
With hands held behind their backs
Or else they cast fishing lines
And reel in all the slack

Fortune tellers tilt their heads
To remember all the refrains
Pigeons perch on outstretched palms
And cards curl with the coming rain

You walk by with the afternoon
The upper sun in your hair

I recognize your face
Seen you here twice this week
Once in the crystal palace
Once near the almond trees
If I see you once again
I swear I’ll fall to my knees

Senegal men lean on iron
Rails of the rowboat lake
The saxophone marches in
With the dancing man in skates

Gypsy women carry rosemary
Pressed against their chests
Boys and girls roll around
For hours without a rest

You walk by with the afternoon
The upper sun in your hair

I recognize your face
Seen you here twice this week
Once by the fallen angel
Once near the library
If I see you here again
I swear I’ll fall to my knees
Track Name: Seascape
Seascape

Burial clouds are descending
The captain tells you to be brave
But cliffs are impending, bulwarks bending,
And the hull is digging a grave

Dogs are howling in the bay
But St. Brendan has gone away
St. James can’t show you the way
And St. John don’t work on Sundays

Painters will paint wild oceans
Singers will sing of the waves
But only a sailor knows the motions
Of a ship that cannot be saved

Dogs are howling in the bay
But St. Brendan has gone away
St. James can’t show you the way
And St. John don’t work on Sundays
Track Name: The Lights Go Out
The Lights Go Out

She was washing the dishes and singing with the water
Yellow gloves rubbing the rhythm of her lyric
I held a cloth as she turned to me and said
When I see beauty I always feel melancholic

And her lives above
Painting boats a chestnut shade
And this is my favorite part
When the lights go out

She was searching for books in a room of thousands
Distant music mining under a dark landscape
She brought down two poets, turned to me and said
It’s April—read this sepulcher, then these sonnets to escape

And her skies above
Staring west at Jupiter
And this is my favorite part
When the lights go out

She was playing a Chopin waltz on the untuned R.S. Howard
Black red white ribbon bobbing in her tangled harp-string hair
Her arms were waves of light and I thought I heard
Her whisper about beauty falling from the air

And her treasures above
All hidden in the broken bed
And this is my favorite part
When the lights go out
Track Name: Before Winter
Before Winter

You leaned over the rocks
Soaking the white sheet in water
Echoes of light on your dress
Echoes of night in your sigh
You watched the boys in the stream
Swim toward their childhood dreams
And you wished it were just as it seemed...

But you say it’s only a matter of time
Before winter, and the curtains are closed

He stood on the hill with his paints
Brushing the sun in your hair
The breath of the wind on his vest
The breath of your body in his eyes
He watched you wringing the sheet
The streams of water on your feet
And he dreamed of the day you would meet...

But you say it’s only a matter of time
Before winter, and the curtains are closed

They lay on the warm river rocks
Counting the wet cotton clouds
The echo of a breath on their chests
The breath of an echo from behind
They watched you turn toward the hill
Your body a slave to your will
And you stood with the white sheet so still…

But you say it’s only a matter of time
Before winter and the curtains are closed
Track Name: The Grinding Stone
The Grinding Stone

I stand in this room all alone
Turning the grinding stone
It leaves palettes of dust on the hardwood floor
To be swept in one sweep out the door

Crickets scratch out a moan
Lemon leaves swing in undertones
And the delicate webs of the night are sewn
To make it all seem a bit less hollow

So much work still remains
And yet what is there to gain?
Well it’s getting late now and anyway
I count in hours not in days

I look for the boundary line
Between the real and divine
On the edge of the edge of the blade I grind
I feel it from time to time

The rumor of horses spreads fast
Along the hedgerow then the grass
They are coming four to take me at last
From this room this stone this task

But so much work still remains
And yet what’s really to gain?
Well it’s getting late now and anyway
I count in hours not in days
Track Name: Evening Sounds
Evening Sounds

As the olives are slowly pressed
Up against the metal twilight
Church bells ask for answers
And the village dogs contesting
While hammered strings climb cedar beams
To where Cecilia’s sons are resting
And chiming in some chimney swifts
Shadows streaming past the western window

And oh, the white-washed houses hold
The last of the country’s light
And evening sounds are filling up
These rooms that were once so bright

Wind and dust form silver bows
That sweep over waves of Spanish pages
And the feather ink pen trembles
Like a sail its ropes drawn taut
While the needle spirals the circle slate
Slowly unwinding the knots
She is sitting in her mermaid chair
Looking for the faded meadow

But oh, the white-washed houses hold
The last of the country’s light
And evening sounds are filling up
These rooms that were once so bright

One by one the dogs lay down
Their jaws on paws in cherry groves
And the shadows swing suspended
Over the bed of her sleeping sons
While strings, ropes, and knots are slacked
And the church bells have rung out of questions
The wind is sinking beneath the waves
And the olives completely swallowed

And oh, the white-washed houses fold
Deep into the country night
Leaving evening sounds to fill up
The rooms of our dreams tonight
Track Name: The Blacksmith
The Blacksmith

Like the blacksmith with his hammer
I just want you to give a little
But you’re as hard as any anvil
And it’s breaking my will

Well I followed you like you told me
Past the brick tobacco buildings
To the hilltop threshing floor
But you wanted, you wanted more

Mountains melted into flocks of
Sheep and I felt just like one
I waited for you until the fall
You didn’t care, care at all

Like the blacksmith with his hammer
I just want you to give a little
But you’re as hard as any anvil
And it’s breaking my will
Track Name: Birds Flew On By
Birds Flew On By

I found you below
Slowly drinking the fig tree’s shadow
You showed me how the river
Had cut the cliff so steep so low

With your hands spread wide
Like the village on the mountainside
You took the air prisoner
Then you opened your mouth and sighed

And the birds flew on by
Flew on by, bye

Four a.m. woke me
With buckskin drums crossing the valley
You were still dancing on cobblestones
Covered in melted wax and sherry

I found you below
Singing sacred songs in the meadow
The daughters of the wilderness
Told me again to let you go

And the birds flew on by
Flew on by, bye

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