The earth rends beneath a rumbling call
Flinging harvest into windfall
As the gust takes off the garden gate
Sending tumbling towers of orange crates
And the hinges of our bedroom door
now dig trenches in our floorboards
The pavement cracks, the paint peels back
and we behold our black-eyed lord
Where are you now
When all the claws are out ripping into our mother's shroud
And is there truth
To the things you said in the feather bed where I lay next to you
And his limbs are hanging white and red
From the serpent with its fanged head
Oh god the teeth, venom beneath,
why take my brother in my stead
when it is I that should be dead
Where are you now
When all the claws are out ripping into the hardened ground
And is there hope
For the things you broke when you, careless, spoke of a place to go
far, far from home
You have every right to mistrust this, because it's an internal plug. Adam Van Der Veer makes charming basement pop when he's not being forced to record guitar tracks for Dorian Finch. Check it. Dorian Finch
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I am one of the biggest Mountain Goats fans there is. John Darnielle's songs are so unique but it's kind of remarkable to see how other people take on his singular voice. I will also purchase anything that Laura Stevenson is featured on, forever. She is one of the most singularly talented people who ever lived (HYPERBOLE? You decide). Bomb The Music Industry! and Andrew Jackson Jihad are just the icing on the cake. Patrick Book