There's a cloud over Tiger Island
and the big cats have gone to bed
The ground is soft where I stand
there's violence in my head
And in my blindness
I lost hold of the hem
Oh oh my Tigress
won't you go to Jerusalem
There’s a red moon over Tiger Island
My cats move ’long the shore
their roaring I find it harder to stand
I clearly shouldn’t dwell here anymore
The forest sings them lullabies
my precious demands my peace
The cats sleep under northern lights
my mind is still not at ease
And in my madness
I lost hold of the hem
Oh oh the sadness
A sigh for Jerusalem
Now tiger island is sinking in the sea
and the cats will be twined in the weeds
for in my care no swimmers they’d be
I fall short in judging their deeds
Yes on tiger island there was nothing to gain
where I’d sink in my own despair
But the memories of death will surely remain
as a warning to the one who’ll dare
And in my hopelessness
I lost hold of the hem
Oh oh my tigress
won’t you go to Jerusalem
oh oh my tigress
won’t you go to Jerusalem
won’t you flow to J
won’t you go to J
The latest album by Phill Reynolds, a project of Italian singer Silva Martino Cantele, takes listeners on an Americana-fueled musical ride. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2022
More smoky, melancholy folk from Italian singer-songwriter Phill Reynolds, laced with elements of Americana, country, and the blues. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2021