I came word of mouth
Someone said in '95
I came tumblin' out
All was well, I was alive but
Babe in basinette
Makes architecture shift uneasy
One whole town in the midwest
Crumbled down my birthday evening
I read rubble like a palm or
Like a page of our bodies our hells I
Knew we were not satisfied I
Knew we'd have to satisfy ourselves
So lend my your old river anyhow
If I can't burn 'em down I'll flood 'em out
This whole thing of lumber was
Once my house
I've tried all the doors but I'm
Not allowed
Ain't it fun driving when you know the way
Take me anywhere do anything
I know my place
Everything is fertile if you lick it right and
Put it in your face
After a long time I'm OK
Moved into a bigger bedroom
So I could hold myself in
More space alone
Never loved it here
But here's the only place I ever called home
Don't wanna disabuse you now
But you know that you've got everything wrong
But you can't hear it from me anyway
I was growin' up good
At least that's what my mom would say
I did just like I should
Now, what'll they say of the love we make?
And from that loving come to bloom
Women who refuse the moon
And men in fishnets and high heeled shoes
When I dream my dreams are huge
When I dream my dreams are mine
When I dream my dreams are infantine
So lend me your old river anyhow
If I can't burn 'em down I'll flood 'em out
This old thing of lumber was once my house
I've tried all the doors but
I'm not allowed
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