Said I never earned
The right to deserve
The ability inside of me
To write down these words
Born without a choice
Could’ve been deaf, dumb, or blind
Though we are all insane
To say that time
Is something real
Like a line or a wheel
On an Oldsmobile
That your grandfather sold
For a fishin’ reel
Grandpa said,
“The meaning of life
Is what gives your life meaning
And you just might
Have to close your eyes
To see what it is
For the deepest bliss
Is deep within.”
Madmoiselle
You’re looking mighty swell
And if you won’t go to Greenland
Then I’ll go straight to hell-
Oh operator, won’t you call me three weeks later?
That’s the way, the way, the way
The way, the way, the way
Madmoiselle
This is song is just for you
Goodbye me again
And I’ll just leave you a clue
Come the winter time
Babe I know that you’ll be mine
And that’s the way, the way, the way
The way, the way, the way
To some this nation
Is a gilded cage
And to some this country’s
A fire every day
And I can’t say
If it’s fair or it’s true
‘Cause when you’re in the middle
It’s a little of the two
We’re the grandchildren
Of a genocide
That happened everyday
Since nineteen forty-five
And even before
There was such a word
The Indians, Armenians, and Native Americans,
The upper class and lower half of vets who bore their broken backs
Wars never end
Neither do the sins
If you choose to engage
You never will win.
Warm, smoky songs that pull from country and roots-rock, but transform them, centering emotive melodies and sharp songwriting. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2021