to die in your arms
your words forming again
we kiss very hard and wild
to rise in the dark
like birds praying on skin
we pray with our oxygen
Jo, nothing is real
we still have that feel
you’re closing up the bar
i’m warming up the car
ten miles away
two children of ours
they came twirling in
we laughed very hard for a while
but they’ve grown very far
and tall
how we miss them,
though happy they’re traveling
Jo, nothing is real
but we still have that feel
you’re closing up the bar
i’m warming up the car
ten miles away
we set no alarm
eyes wide, six a.m.
wake up on the farm
slowly
walk to the barn
horse feed
you take the yarn
i’ll read, i’ll read
Jo, nothing is real
but we still have that feel
you’re closing up the bar
i’m warming up the car
ten miles away
"objects" let me feel like im laying down playing my guitar, head inflated with bliss; so much emotion in this record I will never live without it. adrianne's guitar playing / singing + the whole band's instrumentation is resplendent and captures some of the rawest emotions in my life. korasua
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022