Full of fog and kinda' grey
afore the birds they were a singin'
afore the sun did shed its rays
some were idols, some were prayers
some were anvils dark with rain
some were slippin' like them sand grains
by that river thick with waves
and no these ain't my pearls at all
and no I ain't tryin' to blame
I'm just tryin' to stand tall
but what I fear, standin' here
it all done changed
I guess I'm tired of all this talkin
I guess I'm tired of tryin' to pay
gonna' head out, come the mornin'
early on the break of day
find some idols find some prayers
find some anvils full of rain
do some slippin' like them sand grains
by that river thick with waves
and no these ain't my pearls at all
and no I ain't tryin' to blame
I'm just tryin' to stand tall
but what I fear, standin' here
it all done changed
Hushed folk-based songs build from feathery acoustic guitar figures and draped with layers of keys and pedal steel. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023
Somber, beautiful string meditations abound on the debut album by Oxford cellist and composer Lou Lyne and her ensemble. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024