feathers hanging in the wind
and brigham hill may lose a twin
if they don't cut big johnny off
if it's some kind of pack and feed
i'll tell the birds "don't eat the seed
you know they're trying to make you soft"
autumn keeps the green grass running
a big old jar they keep the sun in
wined and dined before the coming snow
a pinch of salt, a cup of sin
we burn the pages that we always know
the days are coming way too fast to ever get ahold
sunk my car on brigham hill
cuz I was trying to get my fill
of toys and poison waiting at the bar
they threw me in the chicken coop
coyotes waitin’ on the stoop
For colors cast upon them from the stars
i faded out upon my plea
they tried to make a meal of me
But I twisted out and then they tried to make amends
I was riding high on barley grinds
and by the time I finally hit the ground
I found I was choking on the bends
belladonna, queen anne's lace
foxglove, lily, roses trace
the garden in the foyer where the angels come to roam
chopping wood and bending sticks we carve a little crucifix
so even in the darkest night we’ll never be alone
leather bending under sin
and brigham hill’s gone dark again
cuz johnny filled the world with stones
if I had ways to make him pay I'd signed the line before today
but everybody knows he'll die alone
winter keeps the darkness running
we lock the cage they keep the sun in
the fate of man upon the land is wide and still unknown
flowers bloom and I can't stay
so among the strange I'd like to say
that if we feast upon the weak will angels lead us home?
The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2019