From the album Don't You Lie To Me
Cashmere
Words and Music by Jon Storm
Carmine red denials filled her lips, pouted in pain
With shaking hands she poured more wine and made a purple stain
But I was in the grip of night and hypnotized by rain
With shaking hands she searched and found the weak link in the chain
Cashmere clung to her like the flame that forms the fire,
The way poets conspire, the way hope shapes desire
And mysteries flowed through her like the veins through the leaves,
Like the wind through the eaves, like the train when it leaves
And I can't understand her, but I'll always keep her near
I still recall the rise and fall, the thrall of Cashmere
Her nails of rusty crimson took their time and took their toll
Talons only tear the flesh, but need can rip the soul
And helplessness was just her way of being in control
But I gave her everything she ever thought she stole
And Cashmere clung to her like the flame that forms the fire,
The way poets conspire, the way hope shapes desire
And mysteries flowed through her like the veins through the leaves,
Like the wind through the eaves, like the train when it leaves
And I can't understand her, but I'll always keep her near
I still recall the rise and fall, the thrall of Cashmere
In the scarlet heat of Cashmere, in the coolness of her breast
In the darkness I surrendered; in confusion I confessed
In her clutches I was willing; in her breath I was possessed
In the halo of her glowing I was found and I was blessed
In obedience I catered to her every small request
In my memory I hate her; in my dreams--you know the rest
'Cause Cashmere clung to her like the flame that forms the fire,
The way poets conspire, the way hope shapes desire
And mysteries flowed through her like the veins through the leaves,
Like the wind through the eaves, like the train as it leaves
And I can't understand her, but I'll always keep her near
I still recall the rise and fall, the thrall of Cashmere
Copyright © Jon Storm. All rights reserved.
With shaking hands she poured more wine and made a purple stain
But I was in the grip of night and hypnotized by rain
With shaking hands she searched and found the weak link in the chain
Cashmere clung to her like the flame that forms the fire,
The way poets conspire, the way hope shapes desire
And mysteries flowed through her like the veins through the leaves,
Like the wind through the eaves, like the train when it leaves
And I can't understand her, but I'll always keep her near
I still recall the rise and fall, the thrall of Cashmere
Her nails of rusty crimson took their time and took their toll
Talons only tear the flesh, but need can rip the soul
And helplessness was just her way of being in control
But I gave her everything she ever thought she stole
And Cashmere clung to her like the flame that forms the fire,
The way poets conspire, the way hope shapes desire
And mysteries flowed through her like the veins through the leaves,
Like the wind through the eaves, like the train when it leaves
And I can't understand her, but I'll always keep her near
I still recall the rise and fall, the thrall of Cashmere
In the scarlet heat of Cashmere, in the coolness of her breast
In the darkness I surrendered; in confusion I confessed
In her clutches I was willing; in her breath I was possessed
In the halo of her glowing I was found and I was blessed
In obedience I catered to her every small request
In my memory I hate her; in my dreams--you know the rest
'Cause Cashmere clung to her like the flame that forms the fire,
The way poets conspire, the way hope shapes desire
And mysteries flowed through her like the veins through the leaves,
Like the wind through the eaves, like the train as it leaves
And I can't understand her, but I'll always keep her near
I still recall the rise and fall, the thrall of Cashmere
Copyright © Jon Storm. All rights reserved.
"This was recorded at a friend's insistance in an empty basement room on McGavock Pike that had concrete floors and a rock wall. We used a stage mic and a 4-track cassette recorder. The reverb is what the room gave us. I've tried to record this song several times since in the studio, but it never has had the honesty of these informally captured few minutes. So with your indulgence I must present it as it is, flaws and all."
