Lovegiver is the fruitful musical collaboration of Nate Scoble with Spencer Savage, Michael Gordon, and other friends and associates.
THE SETTING - Service Offered
Gingham Girl, our long-awaited first utterance, is nearing completion. Our focus is a particular beautiful place. We invite the interest of fellow travellers to travel there with us on life's oft-bumpy road. Hopefully through us you hear the soul’s rustlings, and feel her night wings brush you in the northern winds.
The bulk of these songs were written in a short span of time at the millenium. "Spiderfly" was strange jazz before, "Sunset" came later. But “Firelight” was ours to warm in, while "Whispers in Grass" was always here and gone.
THE COLLECTION - Line of Reasoning (*Linked to lyrics and MP3's)
Santa Cruz*
"...You probably know the place I mean – you get there so late some nights and wake up, the pillow's wet, the traffic's still grinding by outside... You were just talking to one who's gone, or were you singing?"
Firelight*
Wide porch, huge hearth, I remember you telling me. Now, how to hold you in our corner, when we've fallen to the place called You & I. Later on, foggy ridge we'll walk on... not that we deserve to be here, not that we don't.
Soledad*
Along the highway that we've driven so many times. This spot we don't see anymore until how many years past? The moon sails, you tell me, only after the headlights sleep, on silver river of girl's hair, here in the grass, where only soledad's requited.
Whispers in Grass*
To be so commonplace, always a dead giveaway: the way the sun lights from the back, as the afternoon shadows race past. Crisp dawn brisk for us, I gave you our reasons, are they audible? As heavy equipment cuts into the slope.
Make Love Come
You're happening too--I knew it!
Sea and Sky Children
Takes a lot of changing diet, clothes, salary, for a black leather heart to open. But you got us here, by the blue bay, along Cedar Creek for the day... where G.G. takes you on her horse, where it finally isn't all over.
Sunlight Stealing
"–Why didn't you tell me you have no pension? It's not like they stole it from you,
well, completely. Why does your mattress smell? Say something!"
"–I am."
Love Will Befall You
Lift your head off the pillow, my darling, let your hair tumble down, in my home where you'll be strong. Sweated in the dungeons, worn the gear, swung the-- we've danced so fine with them Sunset, forehead all scuffed.
Spiderfly*
The intelligent design, may the right ones reclaim the phrase, in the way the specks are deposited on the wall.
Sunset
"The waves rolled, I saw you there, distended as a bellows, a golden frog, that voice pouring out like a church organ. 'Where my failures pour to fly' --did you say it or was it a gull? Top half blotto in one indigo brushstroke."
The Bridge
Another ridge, another way we seek the North Country, with a satellite or two taking note of everything that's unimportant. "Careful, my love," you say, "of the silver needle inside my rose." And why shouldn't I be that considerate?
The Beautiful Place
We've got no car, I hold you in black by the road. I feel your strength coming through your clothes. Your hair's in the wind, your hands in my coat. But the strangeness of things passing by, while all they mean slips & can't hold inside. Cuz the change gene's been marketed...Here comes the Prodigy.
The Tenants
Tales of twelve cities in our rented room. Who would say it better than the old Druid, staying in bloom? Tending our garden while our friends come to find this land is ours from the inside.