I came word of mouth
Someone said in '95
I came tumbling out
All was well
I was alive but
Babe in bassinnet
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 me your old river anyhow!
If I can't burn 'em down
Then 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.
{{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 I-
Never loved it here
But here's the only place I
Ever called home I
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 growing 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
Then 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
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