The Orchard from Real Warmth by Joan Shelley

The dark is closing in now, the air is going too.
The water’s stuck below the ground, the power’s cut in two.
The bakeries were blown to pieces for panels on their roof. They’re told to flee by foot we’ll see if they can make it through
A child like mine was orphaned by design, a gruesome plan.
A mother heard her baby birds crushed in the revenge.
And all the while the vultures smiled who put the guns in hand.
A factory for misery that prays that war wont end
They’re burning orchards, fig and olive, trying to claim the roots They’re digging for a legacy, a claim to land that’s proof
But who belongs to rock and farm when bombing fast and loose? You hear the ground below resound, the cracking land abused
The scene is sad too sad to bear, but of this world I sing
The happy tune is spun around a world of fantasy
They say the stars will pull a part and gravity will lose
Into this storm I launch my love, I watch her walking new
So call the angels loudly now to enter every room. It cannot be that entropy will claim us for the gloom. But if you pulled away from me I hope you have a tune, the will, the seeds to grow again, the blossom, and the fruit

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