New Anthem from Real Warmth by Joan Shelley

I want the anthem that feels like first love
I want the chorus that warms like fire
I want the tune that swells like a full moon
Knows your deepest desire

Just like the wild bear that roams these mountains.
Just like the wild cat that claims these hills.
My songs the size of the room you provide it -
If you don’t hear it, who will?

You be the lead, I am the rhythm that carries.
You have the hands, the touch, and the tone.
My false rhyming, my crooked timing -
You give it all a home

And heaven help us when hate has the reigns.
God forgive us, when we’re silent and stunned.
Though bruised and burned, my love returns
if you pour honey on my tongue.
I want the anthem

I want the anthem that feels like first love.
I want the chorus that warms like fire.

• Folk
• Kentucky
• Louisville
• fingerstyle guitar
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Louisville