Savannah Jaye

The Willow & The Builder — Rosaline

Got your picture, Rosaline 
The hardest part of leavin’ 
Maybe somewhere on some city street 
She’s waitin’, she’s waitin’ 
And prayin’ lord 
Bring him back to me 
But I ain’t comin’ 
I ain’t comin’, no 

Carved our names in 
The willow tree 
To prove that we been livin’ 
‘Cause this ain’t no life that’s permanent 
Now is it? Now is it? 
‘Cause roots rip up and turn to walkin’ feet 
Believe it, believe it 

‘Cause every day’s gettin’ harder still 
I can’t forget it and probably never will 
‘Cause I left my heart across that river wide 
On the Brooklyn side 

Give me sunlight, give me sympathy 
No soul goes unforgiven 
Oh sweet sorrow hangin’ over me 
I need you, I need you 
You help me write all these songs I sing 
I love you, I love you 

Rosaline, oh Rosaline 
You’re still in that willow right there next to me 
So if you see that girl, tell her I’m standin’ by 
On the Brooklyn side 

Rosaline, oh Rosaline 
I did what I done so I could set you free 
And you can find my heart in that river tide 
On the Brooklyn side

This entire album is fantastic and available for free download right now on Bandcamp. If you don’t download it you’re silly and we probably aren’t friends in real life.

Danger & The Steel Cut Oats | Eye Of The Storm

This is the end,
But you never knew it would come
And it came so soon. 
Letter reads she’s been missing you,
And she asks if you’ve missed her too 

We were born inside the eye of the storm.
Sent from the garden by the angel of the lord 
And we can’t go back to the kids we were before.
All of the dreams we had,
We don’t dream them anymore. 

And this is now,
But it seems so strange.
The love you found,
It found a way to change. 
The months have passed since when you first met.
And happiness is a seldom friend.
And the truth, it won’t set you free.
So whisper lies as she falls asleep. 

We were born inside the eye of the storm,
Kept from the garden by the angel’s flaming sword. 
And we once walked there in the cool part of the day,
We were naked
But we knew no other way. 

I said I’d love you till the day that we both died.
All my promises they make such perfect lies 
Things are hard now, and they’ll never be the same.
The fruit of knowing
Is the knowledge of our pain. 

This begins like it always does.
A pretty face and you fall in love. 
She’s the one, and you know it’s true.
Forever comes cause she’s perfect for you.

This song reminds me of home.

Both the Tennessee soul that I’m yearning to rejoin (less than a week!).
And also that metaphysical sense of place that keeps me wandering. 

Jeremy Messersmith | Repo Man

Fourteen years I was sober
I worked hard for my pay
Left my tithe at the altar
Closed my eyes when I prayed

But I’m the repo man and nobody weeps for me

The ground is cold in Minnesota
Cotton falling on the town
I share this hill with a willow
But he never makes a sound

My least favorite part of break-ups (both friendship and romantic) is the hurt that comes from listening to music associated with that relationship. I think that just as a rebound is an important part of the moving on stage, a music rebound is even more important, thus I always make it my goal to find one new (to me, at least) artist to listen to post-breakup. It’s a great habit, and I’d recommend it to all of my friends.

I really relate to the idea of being a repo man in this song.  Maybe not literally, but relationally. I think the common theme in my last few relationships have been that I was dating people who, though they were no doubt genuinely interested in me, they weren’t in a place where they could give to a relationship like they needed to because they were still bankrupted from something else (whether another relationship or a troubled past).  I always go in to these relationships hoping to be a loan officer, wanting to rescue them from their pain and help them back to their feet, but all I ever end up with is a broken heart and an ill fitting t-shirt.  I don’t think anyone grows up wanting to be a repo man, taking something else from someone who already has so little.  And I know no one likes the repo man, we’re always made out to be the villain in the end.  But I sure do wish someone would weep for me every once in a while.