big black and looming
i see it all over head
tried to keep my
mouth shut but nothing
seems to be helping
i just want to go to bed
i hate the way we talk
and the way you hold yourself
i can't stand when you
tell me to go to hell
i should have made a move
but oh well maybe next time
you tell me there won't be one
you've put it all on the line
i tried real hard to get my
shit together, get my head out of
the sand just so can love me but
you just say, babe, you don't think
you can, i know, i know
you'll be in the end, i know i know
you'll be happy when i'm dead
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