Don't let your lids black. Oil down that attractant. That's what you said once outside your cell. We used to go out, chant the names of power. Let's hit the plough now you’re back around. YHVH now you broke out. No it isn't the first time you showed up on the first of the month asking me for your cut, and some virgin parchment you brought me to read. Why'd you pick a virgin over me? That's an adult situation you threw at your childhood contemporary. I was never the witch that you made me to be. Still, you picked a virgin over me. The plough emptied out and that was enough. I slid towards the door but you started freaking the fuck out. Stop shaking. Why you freaking the fuck out? You better stop 'cuz it's freaking me out. He wants to burn all my candles. No, that isn't love. He wants a burn on his fingers. He thinks I'm the one to give it. He wants sulphur and salt and so he's holding me down. He wants a burn and it's freaking me out.
“One morning this sadness will fossilize, and I will forget how to cry. I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change, save perhaps a slight gray in my eye.” As gut-wrenching as the concept of a second puberty. I'm gonna lie down and cry. Jennifer Gruber
Words cannot do this album justice, but here's a feeble try: sublime guitar playing, beautiful singing, and heart-wrenching stories of being lost and being found by and wrestling with the Almighty. <3 James Mahoney