Sold To Nobody (For Charlotte Bronte)

This song is about Charlotte Bronte’s early writing and her memory of it. It is inspired the fact that one of her tiny books, which was inscribed “Sold by Nobody,” just sold at auction for 1.25 million. I had to work for this one. It took me awhile to get inspired and I had to read a lot of her personal writing and used a lot of her phrases from when she was reminiscing while away from home.

Please excuse the quality of production. Hopefully I am slowly improving. It’s a process.

Lyrics:

Sold To Nobody (Song for Charlotte Bronte)

We washed up on 4 separate islands
Trauma-torn in stormy lands
We Conjured Giants, Six Miles High
Who took their peace when offered none

Mama died when I was five
2 sisters then too much to lose
But then we brought “tin men” to life
My Wellington the bravest muse

And i hear the still small voice Like a stormy waking blast
Like a heath in the wilderness Whirling me away so fast
To Haworth and our beds and secret books we held
That were sold to nobody and printed by ourselves

I held the book of geography
Inscribed by sisters long gone hand
She wrote, papa lent this book to me
It was a map on which to stand

I leaned on thunder waking winds
On river banks in amber light
The trance that always took me home
back to our stories, wild and bright

And i hear the still small voice Like a stormy waking blast
Like a heath in the wilderness Whirling me away so fast
To Haworth and our beds and secret books we held
That were sold to nobody and printed by ourselves

Never shall I, Charlotte, forget to hear
what now comes thrillingly to my body’s ear
It Sold to Nobody, and printed by herself
Sold to Nobody and written by myself