Darkness closes from the plains down to the valley where the old man reigns
Gazing out in one endless crooked line
Driving, driving, just because this country's not the way it was
Back when the maps were drawn and the books were signed
I don't know just what to do or where this water's running to
I've got a foot on the river and a foot on land and a silver pitcher in either hand
Hand in hand they walked the shore in the town that Susie settled for
Albany, ain't it a pretty sight
But the bridge wouldn't lift and the locks wouldn't close
And then one day the puddles froze
And she remembered the barges at night
I don't know just what to say or if the water's listening anyway
I bend to the river and extend my hand and I wake up smiling in the sand
Sandy beach about half a mile from the floating cafe by the empty isle
And the muddy stream that simmers in the sun
Driving, driving, just the same
None of us know just who's to blame
But we're certain we can count from three to one
I bend to the river and extend my hand
One foot on the water, one foot on land
I'll be out there sleeping in the sand with a silver pitcher in either hand
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023
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