This is a song by Californian singer-songwriter
Alela Diane. It's called
Ether & Wood. Some of you may remember that it was a part of the Americana selection I put on here a couple of years ago (you know, the one where Margo Price ate everyone else alive). I always planned to send Alela afterwards but wanted to give it a bit of time. I just love her voice. It's so forward and warm in an earthly way. Considering the season, it feels the right time for this comforting song about the many lives lived within an old house. I hope you enjoy it.
Fell asleep on the hardwood floor
3 o'clock in the afternoon
I awoke to a pale blue sky
And the song of an old friend
Took me back to our life, ooh
I don't live anymore
I don't live anymore
All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes
I walked through the house we built
Saw the life I left behind
Ivory paint
Cracked and peeled on the walls
The hydrangea and red rose
Strangled by vines, ooh
I don't live here anymore
I don't live here anymore
All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes
Next thing I knew her spirit called
She took shelter in my womb
And I felt her tiny feet
Kick me from the inside
And when I looked into her dark eyes
She couldn't help but cry - ooh
I don't live there anymore
I don't live there anymore
All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes
Oehohohoh oooohh
Oehohohoh oooohh
Ashes, ashes