We were never gifted the privileges of yours
We are living in silhouettes of your wars
Our skies are full of clouds that take many forms
But who are you to care, it's our children being born
We live to stand for the things that are true
And we sail our boats in hope of finding something new
It's hard to bite our tongue when drinking poisons you would brew
But we know our fate and we will see it through
In the darkest nights we can finally see
Where the biggest fruits hang freely from the leaves
Filling our bellies and minds with hope of what we can be
But the seeds fill our throats and dreams cannot breathe
And our tracks are covered by the freshly fallen snow
And the candle drips light onto your shivering bones
We wonder if we'll ever see our children grow
But it's not up to us, you know
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
The new EP from Steve Gunn pairs the guitarist with Mdou Moctar, Circuit des Yeux, Bing & Ruth, and more for five evocative songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2022