A Quiet So Loud - A folk song about longing | Ambilicious (feat. Harper Grey) скачать в хорошем качестве

A Quiet So Loud - A folk song about longing | Ambilicious (feat. Harper Grey)

I wrote these lyrics after driving past my childhood home. From the car, I could see all the little things that had changed and the few that hadn't, and the feeling was overwhelming—a mix of deep love and profound loss for a time I can't get back to. Ambilicious took those words and wrapped them in a sound that felt exactly like a memory—dusty, warm, and melancholic. This song is the result of that shared feeling. We hope this song finds you well. Thank you for listening and supporting our work. Your likes, shares, and comments mean the world. Song: A Quiet So Loud Artist: Ambilicious Album: Love Me in the Middle Lyrics and Vocals by: Harper Grey © ℗ 2025 Ambilicious IF YOUR ART IS BUILD FOR UNITY YOU MAY USE THIS SONG IN YOUR WORKS FREELY LYRICS (Verse 1) The engine ticks itself cool in the driveway dust. Left the radio off for the last hundred miles. That tire swing you made is just a frayed piece of rope, Hanging from a branch in a sad kind of style. The porch sags a little to the left, like a tired old man, Leaning on a hip that gave out long ago. I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, But the ghosts in my blood don't know where else to go. (Verse 2) There's a chip in the window from a baseball I threw. Summer of '98, I think. You were so mad. I can almost feel the phantom sting in my palm From the high-five you gave me for the only home run I had. I run a thumb over a heart carved into the birch, The arrow's gone soft and the letters have bled. It's just a scar now, that the tree tries to forget, Like a foolish, sweet promise that should have stayed unsaid. (Refrain) The rust is winning. (Verse 3) I see our two reflections in the dark kitchen glass, One is a memory, sharp and sun-bleached and thin. The other is a stranger who paid for the gas, Wondering what door he's supposed to use to get in. My hands don't feel like the ones that held your face, They're just clumsy and thick, good for gripping a wheel. There’s a silence in this place that sound can’t erase, A quiet so loud that it’s the only thing real. (Bridge) We swore we’d come back here when we figured it out, When the world made some sense or we’d saved enough cash. We’d fix the back fence and we’d tear the weeds out, Burn all the bad memories down to gray ash. We were beautiful liars, full of grace and cheap wine, Drawing maps to a future on a damp napkin square. Believed we had something that was stronger than time… Just look at the sunlight cutting through the dead air. (Refrain) The rust is winning. (Outro) I pick a loose flake of paint from the railing wood. Put it in my pocket, a souvenir of the decay. I don't start the car for a minute, though I know I should. There’s nothing left to say here. There was never anything to say. #OriginalMusic #Acoustic #FolkMusic #SingerSongwriter #HarperGrey #Ambilicious #Melancholy #Nostalgia #NewMusic #IndieFolk