Well don't you cry for me boys, don't you cry for me
I'm where I ought to be for what I've done
Never been at peace lord, I've never been at peace
To you I must release my tainted soul
Go howling at that moon boys, go howling at that moon
He's only mocking you with truth untold
Forever roam this land boys, forever roam this land
And crush the stones to sand, with all your rage
Been running all my days lord, been running all my days
With eyes so cut and crazed, chasing you
Been running all my days, running all my days
So don't you cry for me boys, don't you cry for me
I'm where I ought to be for what I've done
This really is a thing of beauty.
Sun's going down and I'm gently relaxing when there's so much happening to oppose that state in these extraordinary times. (And much of it caused by humans.)
Thank you, Rachel. Damian Ainscough
The sweetness of the harmony and beauty of the tracks made me have to purchase this album. The vocals float like ethereal sprites with compelling warmness yet a certain captivating sadness as well. This is what Americana should sound like... this is what country should sound like... for it's so real and emotionally delivered... yet absolutely gorgeous. theexplodingogre
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024
Gonzo. Passion. The Ming Vase. Haunting and beautiful. Every listen brings a new favorite.
Do something like this again, Miss Emma. Please let the answer be yes. Please let the answer be yes! alien9