Over the years, they told you the fields were an enclave, inescapable
They kept me here, arms folded to keep out the warm days, like a paper doll
But what have you got in your pocket, my darling,
And what have you got in your hands, sir?
A stutter, a statement, a careless replacement for an answer?
The bitter bark must taste so much sharper without sugar to make it palatable
But I know each part of each acre here far too well now to take another trail
But what have you got in your pocket, my darling,
and why is your breath so restrained now?
The weight of the plate on my lungs, it is aching beneath the patience of a stranger
I will let you in my larder
Like a burglar in the garden
Climbing over all the hedges
And I will take you so much farther
That you'll never beg my pardon
or anyone else's
I will let you in my larder
Like a burglar in the garden
Climbing over all the hedges
And I will take you so much farther
That you'll never beg my pardon
or anyone else's
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