It’s been said
The end was here before,
It’s better just to fold
And I heard
It’s not worth fighting for,
It’s never worth the fall
Maybe it’s me
But planted puzzles in your bed
All about books you’ve never read
They never pardon
It comes through gallops in your head
The feelings echo till you’re dead
Then they don’t matter
And I can’t
Act like I should care
About politics and air
Maybe it’s me
But from the height of my tree-home
You all look clueless, all alone
And never free
It may sound beautiful to see
All the things your garden springs
But not for me
Perhaps all I need to see is the sunrise
All I need to hear is the cry
Don’t they all act like they know
What they talk about?
Two collaborations between Irish singer-songwriter J. Cowhie aka Goodtime John and Will Oldham are mildly psychedelic in atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2022