The Thrown Shutter - Nora Bexley (Official Audio)

the hillside shutter, held against the gale, and every bitter word going quiet ⛰️ A warm tropical house groove built on plucked synths, soft mallets and finger snaps at 114 BPM, made for the minute a sudden gust stops an argument cold. Listen to the full catalog:    / @norabexleymusic   for the ones catching the frame... the orchard wind picks up and suddenly neither of you is finishing the fight anymore one hand pulls the shutter closed while the other holds the frame open a second longer an argument goes quiet the moment the weather makes you look at each other that pause between two people where nobody wants to be the one who lets go of the latch your fingers stay right pressing on the sill while every heavy argument grows still the thrown shutter catches on your palm and breaks the rising weather into calm this is for the couple standing at a window, letting the wind decide who speaks first play it while you're closing windows before a storm and suddenly remember why you were upset this one is for whoever has ever gone quiet the second the weather turned leaves turning upside down across the rows, and the whole fight losing its momentum do you keep your hand on the latch, or do you finally let the storm decide for you? if you love tropical house with warm pads and a soft mallet groove, this sits right beside it a warm, composed mezzo staying steady while the gale outside is anything but we leave the garden waiting in the grey because there is nothing left to say the hinges creak beneath the mountain air and neither of you moves first a rolling bassline hums low while neither of you says the thing you were going to say Lyrics The thrown shutter hangs against the gale Before the sudden gust can bring the rain The orchard leaves are turning upside down Across the rows and past the empty town Your fingers tighten on the painted wood To finish what you started where you stood The sudden breeze begins to shake the glass While grit and pollen through the grasses pass A hurried motion in the fading light To shut away the coming of the night The thrown shutter catches on your palm And breaks the rising weather into calm Your fingers stay right pressing on the sill While every heavy argument grows still Yes, the thrown shutter holds against the gale With every bitter word beginning to fail The hinges creak beneath the mountain air With nowhere else for either one to care The orchard soil is dark against the storm While here beside the window it is warm You keep your knuckles resting on the latch As if we're waiting for a different match A hurried motion in the fading light To shut away the coming of the night The thrown shutter catches on your palm And breaks the rising weather into calm Your fingers stay right pressing on the sill While every heavy argument grows still Yes, the thrown shutter holds against the gale With every bitter word beginning to fail We leave the garden waiting in the grey Because there is nothing left for us to say One sudden gesture holds the weather back Across the timber of the narrow track The thrown shutter catches on your palm And breaks the rising weather into calm Your fingers stay right pressing on the sill While every heavy argument grows still Yes, the thrown shutter holds against the gale With every bitter word beginning to fail The thrown shutter Nora Bexley is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #hillsideorchard #quietarguments