Music + Lyrics

Return to Waves

Return to Waves was recorded over the course of 4 months while Vanessa was pregnant with her first child. Produced by Paul Curreri, this album is unlike anything Vanessa has created. This album features funky electric guitar rhythms, catchy melodies and harmonies, and synthesizer swells that create a beautiful tapestry of sound.

Vanessa Lively: Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Paul Curreri: Guitars, Keyboards, Harmonies
& Vocal Arrangements
Devon Sproule: Harmonies
Andrew Pressman: Bass
Matthew Shepherd: Drums

Produced & mixed by Paul Curreri

Recorded by Paul Curreri & Jason Lively at Casa Animada and by Paul Curreri at The Sewing Room (Austin, TX)

Mastered by Matt Shultz at Satellite Studio (Austin, TX)

 

LYRICS

 

“I Am a Song”

I hear my voice, it’s a thousand whispers blowing through the trees like a gentle wind. I see my face, it’s a still reflection in the quiet waters where the river bends.

And I, I am a song, gentle and still, but quietly strong. And I, I am the words reaching the ears of all who have heard, all who have heard.

I feel my hands, they’re a tender cradle for a baby bird fallen from the nest. And in my mouth, it’s the sweetest nectar at the flower’s center leaving moths refreshed.

And I, I am a song, tender and sweet, but lovingly strong. And I, I am the words reaching the ears of all who have heard, all who have heard.

I smell my scent redolent of pine trees in the mountain air just before the rain. I know my soul, it’s the earth and music that is ever present deep within my veins.

And I, I am a song, sent through the air, and boundlessly strong. And I, I am the words reaching the ears of all who have heard, all who have heard.

I hear my voice, it’s a thousand whispers blowing through the trees like a gentle wind. I see my face, it’s a still reflection in the quiet waters where the river bends.

Words and music by Vanessa Lively. Copyright 2014.

 

“Return to Waves”

The storms came when you were made beneath the flickering light. All my words went back to waves as my body sailed the night. The rain, it pounded on the pane, the wind, it shook the floor. All my thoughts returned to water as you waited at my door.

Become a body, become a soul. Rest your weary head upon my shoulder. Into the night we dive beyond this shore. I give my hand to you to hold once more.

I know you’ve been here with me maybe once or twice before. It seems I’m seeing clearly as I open up the door. The storm is gone and all that’s left are rivers in the streets. I go downstairs to see the wreckage and feel you at my feet.

Become a body, become a soul. Rest your weary head upon my shoulder. Into the night we dive beyond this shore. I give my hand to you to hold once more.

There are times I do not see all that’s you and all that is me. In suspended time I become the sea and I feel the pulsing around me.

The water went back to the sea, the sun came out to shine. All of this felt like a dream on a night too full of wine.  But there were still reminders of what happened in the night. Shattered pane and fallen street lamps were left from our reuniting.

Become a body, become a soul. Rest your weary head upon my shoulder. Into the night we dive beyond this shore. I give my hand to you to hold once more.

Words and music by Vanessa Lively. Copyright 2014.

 

“She Won’t Let Go”

I lost my heart when my Maria fell, gave into the spell of her family. She left me here to gaze upon her back as she turned and abandoned me.

Now I wander this dry land where nothing will grow. Across the burning sand, no she won’t let go.

I was young and a politico, didn’t really know my enemy. Then she appeared, simply beautiful. Her eyes of blue azúl were all I could see.

Now I wander the dry land where nothing will grow. Across the burning sand, no she won’t let go.

I hear her moaning in the wind. Her voice calls out to me time and time again.

There was no way to keep our love a secret. Although we tried, word got around. We brought shame to her family name. So they sent her where she couldn’t be found.

Now I wander the dry land where nothing will grow. Across the burning sand, no she won’t let go.

Written by Vanessa Lively and Erik Moll. Copyright 2014.

 

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