Open Tales
Bora York Lyrics


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Under the swampy glow
With glossy green, prairie tide
It's where our goodwill painted its own

Our clothes held us tight
Closer, closer, you were close to me
When our hearts painted their own
Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script
Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell

Untouched, a city froze
We felt the wind in our bones
That's when we left our dreams, we left them alone





Under gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story
Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Bora York's song Open Tales are poetic and colorful, evoking imagery of nature and personal connections. The first lines, "Under the swampy glow, with glossy green, prairie tide," paint a vivid picture of a natural scene, adding a touch of mystery with the "swampy glow." The use of personification in "It's where our goodwill painted its own" gives a deeper meaning to the nature setting, suggesting that the singer and their loved one have created something meaningful here.


The next lines, "Our clothes held us tight, closer, closer, you were close to me, when our hearts painted their own," imply physical and emotional intimacy, possibly suggesting a romantic relationship. The image of hearts "painting their own" raises questions about what this relationship means to them, as well as what they have created together.


The chorus introduces more symbolic elements, as they speak of "cryptic tales" and an "untouched city" that adds to the mysterious atmosphere. The lyrics suggest that they have abandoned their dreams, but also that they have created an enduring love story that breathes life into them. The final lines, "Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath," suggest that this story is ongoing and that they are committed to keeping it alive.


Line by Line Meaning

Under the swampy glow
Amidst the dimly lit and murky atmosphere


With glossy green, prairie tide
In the presence of shiny verdant grasses and low plateau waves


It's where our goodwill painted its own
This place created a natural and spontaneous feeling of kindness within us


Our clothes held us tight
Our garments wrapped us securely


Closer, closer, you were close to me
Step by step, our proximity evidenced our emotional closeness


When our hearts painted their own
It was then that our emotions and feelings became more intense and unwritten


Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script
Our mysterious stories procreate the unknown paths across the hills of the north


Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell
My love, don't forget the embrace we shared on the stairs


Untouched, a city froze
A city stayed unspoiled and still


We felt the wind in our bones
We sensed the strong gusts with such intensity that it penetrated our innermost beings


That's when we left our dreams, we left them alone
At that moment, we abandoned our hopes, stranded them and stood apart


Under gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story
During bright and sparkling springs, our untold stories narrate our beautiful love story


Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath
My love, don't overlook the statements that brought us to life




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@JaleelBeig

🎶Under the swampy glow
With glossy green, prairie tide
It's where our goodwill painted its own

Our clothes held us tight
Closer, closer, you were close to me
When our hearts painted their own

Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script
Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell
In the stairwell

Untouched, a city froze
We felt the wind in our bones
That's when we left our dreams, we left them alone

Under gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story
Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath

Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script
Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell
In the stairwell

Gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story
Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath🎶



All comments from YouTube:

@BoraYork

Hey all! We just put out an official music video for this one... thanks for all the love - we love ya back! https://youtu.be/smuUPVPpghY

@brundon

Mr. Robot

@MrDkkay

Yup

@shanec3691

Brundon Yep

@pekatex

Yeah...

@JWok1

Yep.

@danbalan7762

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@tonynteka4332

Discovered it from Mr.Robot , Shazamed It and I fell in love with this song

@BarbiesofNicki

SAME

@PoppinLou

Likewise!

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