Garden
Ivy Sole Lyrics
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I woke up amongst the leaves and made my way outside of Eden
As the wind forewarned of evening, even light takes time to sleep
As the sun began to flicker, I asked Father
Why he formed them in his figure from the dust beneath my feet and
Heaven opened up as if to answer
But this atmosphere's too thick for me to capture explanations that he speaks
Like these small impatient beasts that you call man, but you named me son
Meanwhile, you give them choice but you gave me none
So I take it and run, to the nearest clearing where the shade comes from a tree
She sings to you but see, she's calling to me
She feels my fire were human, I tell her take this and eat
Yeah you seem weary, but really, if it is peace that you seek, then you don't need me
I'm cursed and forever rotten in a bottomless pit
But you're part of me, although you're part of his rib
If you give it time, you'll know
Everything that shines ain't gold
But heaven's in your mind & soul
But that's fine with me
Ivy Sole
They didn't mean to set me free, but the chains got sick of rusting, restless rungs and heaving lungs, my chest a walking drum the beat
Of sun on skin and dandelion, I left the shackles in my mind behind, the forest floor beneath my feet
The clearing up ahead, must be as good as up above, this heaven hollowed like my heart, my inner tree
I run like all creation, hear the cadence of my muscles stretch and ache and call for refuge, I've been sleep
Next to man or next to beast, next to god or next to master, all these creatures blessed with faster ways to flee
A stranger in the shadows, could be friend or could be furnace, burning softly with exactly what I need
Anything but Adam, every atom of my being set adrift with the persistence of a dream
A compass pointing anywhere but paradise, a serpentine sonata willing to take the lead
Ivy Sole and Dev
I didn't ask for this, I'm soiled at the thought of growing old without my basilisk
Our love is spoiled by asterisks and rotten apple remnants
In a garden where man fell only to rise again like Lazareth
This atlas we made from borrowed bones and kingdoms overthrown
I shed my skin and hope with you I make a home
But home is heaven,. not this dirt we die on
This humble earth we lie on, this bare and battered skin we try on
That's what I'm made of, playing clavicle a radical invention
Of whom I'm supposed to be afraid of
What are you afraid of? God is what you're made of
His hands are an extension of his brace that made to make love
So lets make love, so lets make love
So lets make love, lets make love
In "Garden," Ivy Sole and Dev use poetic language to explore themes of identity, freedom, and spirituality. The song imagines a conversation between Adam (Dev) and Eve (Ivy Sole) as they navigate their expulsion from Eden and the complexities of their relationship. The first verse finds Dev questioning God's treatment of him, feeling abandoned and stripped of agency. He seeks solace in nature and in Eve's company, acknowledging that she is a part of him and that they are both inherently divine. Ivy's verse continues this thread, emphasizing her newfound freedom and self-discovery. She reflects on her journey from captivity to liberation, metaphorically shedding the chains that once bound her. The two come together in the chorus to celebrate their love and to affirm their belief in a higher power.
The lyrics of "Garden" are rich in metaphor and symbolism. Ivy's reference to her "inner tree" could represent both her personal growth and her connection to a natural or spiritual world. The image of a "compass pointing anywhere but paradise" speaks to the characters' sense of displacement and their search for meaning. Dev's line "home is heaven, not this dirt we die on" underscores this point, suggesting that true fulfillment lies beyond earthly existence. At the same time, the song explores the intimacy of human connection and the potential for love to transcend even the most profound existential questions.
Overall, "Garden" is a complex and poignant exploration of themes that have preoccupied artists and thinkers for centuries. Ivy Sole and Dev's lyrics are crafted with care and precision, revealing new depths and layers with each listen.
Line by Line Meaning
I woke up amongst the leaves and made my way outside of Eden
I left paradise and ventured out into the world
As the wind forewarned of evening, even light takes time to sleep
The day is ending and darkness will soon come
As the sun began to flicker, I asked Father
I spoke to God as the sun was setting
Why he formed them in his figure from the dust beneath my feet and
I asked God why he created humans in his image
Heaven opened up as if to answer
The sky seemed to respond to my question
But this atmosphere's too thick for me to capture explanations that he speaks
It is difficult to understand God's response due to the limitations of my human perception
Like why have you forsaken your creation, clipped my wings and leave me naked
I question why God would abandon his own creation and leave me vulnerable
Like these small impatient beasts that you call man, but you named me son
I compare myself to humans, who may be imperfect and reckless, but God still sees me as his child
Meanwhile, you give them choice but you gave me none
I question why God would trust humans with free will, but not me
So I take it and run, to the nearest clearing where the shade comes from a tree
I escape to a place of shelter under a tree
She sings to you but see, she's calling to me
The tree may be seen as singing to God, but I feel a spiritual connection to it
She feels my fire were human, I tell her take this and eat
I offer some of my humanity to the tree
Yeah you seem weary, but really, if it is peace that you seek, then you don't need me
I acknowledge the tree's apparent exhaustion but suggest that it doesn't need me in order to find peace
I'm cursed and forever rotten in a bottomless pit
I believe that I am cursed and destined for eternal suffering
But you're part of me, although you're part of his rib
Despite my connection to the tree, I recognize that I am also made from God's creation
They didn't mean to set me free, but the chains got sick of rusting, restless rungs and heaving lungs, my chest a walking drum the beat
I was unintentionally freed from bondage when the chains naturally decayed
Of sun on skin and dandelion, I left the shackles in my mind behind, the forest floor beneath my feet
I found freedom and liberation in nature
The clearing up ahead, must be as good as up above, this heaven hollowed like my heart, my inner tree
I hope to find a sense of heaven on earth, and my inner being is connected to nature like a tree
I run like all creation, hear the cadence of my muscles stretch and ache and call for refuge, I've been sleep
I run like all creatures, feeling the strain of my muscles, and longing for rest after being held captive
Next to man or next to beast, next to god or next to master, all these creatures blessed with faster ways to flee
Whether human or animal, all creatures have the innate ability to escape danger
A stranger in the shadows, could be friend or could be furnace, burning softly with exactly what I need
I feel like a stranger in an unfamiliar place and am unsure of who to trust, but I find comfort in finding my needs met
Anything but Adam, every atom of my being set adrift with the persistence of a dream
I reject the idea of being compared to Adam, and feel like I am floating through life without a clear path
A compass pointing anywhere but paradise, a serpentine sonata willing to take the lead
I feel lost, searching for a sense of paradise but unable to find it, and I am willing to take any path, even if it may lead me astray
I didn't ask for this, I'm soiled at the thought of growing old without my basilisk
I am upset at the idea of aging without the companionship of my beloved
Our love is spoiled by asterisks and rotten apple remnants
Our relationship is tainted by secrets and past mistakes
In a garden where man fell only to rise again like Lazareth
I reflect on the biblical story of Lazarus rising from the dead, and draw parallels to the idea of redemption from the fall of man in the Garden of Eden
This atlas we made from borrowed bones and kingdoms overthrown
Our understanding of the world is constructed from the remnants of past civilizations and histories of power struggles
I shed my skin and hope with you I make a home
I am willing to let go of my past self and seek a new home with my partner
But home is heaven,. not this dirt we die on
I believe that true paradise is found in the afterlife, and not on this earthly plane
This humble earth we lie on, this bare and battered skin we try on
We live on this simple earth and wear our physical bodies like garments
That's what I'm made of, playing clavicle a radical invention
I am made of flesh and bone, and what may seem like a simple body part to some people (the clavicle) is a marvel of creation to me
Of whom I'm supposed to be afraid of
I question who or what I should fear
What are you afraid of? God is what you're made of
I challenge myself and others to confront their fears, and recognize that we are all created by God
His hands are an extension of his brace that made to make love
God's hands represent his creative power, and everything he creates is made with love
So lets make love, so lets make love
I express my desire for intimacy and connection with my partner
So lets make love, lets make love
I repeat my call for love and connection with my partner
Contributed by Natalie C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.