You once said
When you’d wake from the dead
Your head near the fence
Wondering what you did
And why do you need to repent
And does it really matter
To anyone in the end
And when you ride that wave
Toward land
You arrive to a face full of sand
But it’s alright
For the night is young
And you are but an infant in time
You once said
That the most clouded of heads
Are lost to the most intimately alone
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022