there's a skull painted way up high
bristles as clouds on sky, as the moon wakes the water
there is gold in your eyes
as they glass on over while you sleep 'til dark
let loose the chain gang
let free your mind
let sway the green grass leaves
let fall your eyes
there's a way where there's a will
like hot ash on roadside spills in the morning light
a child lost her father, and her mentor to a warm glow
let loose the chain gang
let free your mind
let sway the green grass leaves
let fall your eyes
A fresh, constantly-evolving vision on Americana from the New York trio, weaving together bluegrass, roots music, and pop rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 1, 2021
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2021