Everything is perfect till it breaks
Like lovely ochre shapes shift into place
Dust settles on your face, like Jacob’s ladder brightens up the day
Everything goes well until it don’t
Like poppies bloom in golden, silent grace
We’ll see them on the way, we take the old world paths and carve our way back home
Everything that rises must converge
You’ll find forgiveness in a Word that lives and breathes and sings hymns with the trees,
sits on the bus with me and does not leave you when you sleep
Between a ladder and a lathe, where will you go?
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024