S4:E12 – Only the Lover Sings: Adam Whipple, “In the Darkness of Noontide”

In the Darkness of Noontide by Adam Whipple | One Thousand Words https://www.matthewclark.net/mcwordpress/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/OTW_S4-E12-OTLS_Adam-Whipple.mp3 Adam Whipple is a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, composer, poet, and author releasing records and writings into the world from his home in East Tennessee. The founding editor of the arts journal Foundling House(2015-2021), his work has also appeared in The Rabbit Room, Curator Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, and the hometown Knoxville lit mag The Pigeon Parade Quarterly. He has one patient wife, four bright children, five clueless chickens, and a tendency to wax eloquent about compost.  Visit Adam at www.adamwhipple.com &nbsp; <li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_68 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-facebook'><a href='https://www.facebook.com/adamwhipplemusic' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on Facebook' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow<li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_69 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-twitter'><a href='https://twitter.com/adamwhipple' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on X' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow<li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_70 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-rss'><a href='https://www.adamwhipple.com/home' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on RSS' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow When desire itself is soured wine  You will drown in your own wishing well  Cause when love is god your bleary eyes  Will be the wandering stars you’ll travel by  &nbsp; And I was sure that love was leading me  And that God himself had paved the way  But above all else the human heart is deceitful  &nbsp; CHORUS  When I got to the end of the heart that all my loves had emptied  I lost everything, everything, but you  &nbsp; I tore a page out of the holy book  And I tailored words to suit my ears  But I’d spun those clothes like spider webs  Till I was cold and caught in my own fears  &nbsp; Cause that sugar coat can’t cover grief  I learned light does not need dark to see.  Oh my bones were sown in Eden’s soil, don’t it make you tired?   &nbsp; CHORUS  BRIDGE  Past the gates of hell where I made my bed  I woke up from my dreams to face the truth  That the truth has a Face &nbsp; CHORUS  When I got to the end of the heart that all my loves had emptied  I lost everything, everything, but You  ©Matthew Clark 2022, Path in the Pines Music, ASCAP The post S4:E12 &#8211; Only the Lover Sings: Adam Whipple, &#8220;In the Darkness of Noontide&#8221; appeared first on Matthew Clark.