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Evening Sounds

from Evening Sounds by Jake Shane

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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

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from Evening Sounds, released March 13, 2015

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Jake Shane Madrid, Spain

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

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