In the darkest of hours I’ll match it to the teeth
To promote an unwillingness to commit to disaster
There’s a shadow creeping at the end of the hallway
With a price to settle and ulterior motive
Twisting beneath the sheets, I abide to such laws
A weakness within I have yet to resent
You’ll break down all logic until there’s nothing left to argue
And everything is individual
I won’t be the result of such failed promises
On an evening to be described as hazy at best
With a voicemail that should have never been left
Your honesty is a game with few set rules
Yet I always seem to find myself stumbling through
When you look me in the eye I want to believe you
I want every syllable to dribble out truth
Perhaps my expectations are too high
I can’t afford to be the result of such failed promises
And I’m staring at the ceiling hoping that something will change
Or maybe I’ll find an easy way out
Is time the key? The missing piece of this puzzle?
Or am I just shooting for another dead end?
It’s times like these that I wish I understood
That I knew how many glasses of turpentine it took
But I’ve failed once before and I’ve got no excuse
Just thoughts on occasion that can’t be refuted
I’m not the result of any failed promise
I’m the change at best and the cause at worse
Just don’t leave me hanging as to which one came first
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