deep in our pockets, deep in our veins
running like rivers and rolling like plains
stuck in my mind, and stuck in your heart
placid and still in some other way
what if I went to Amsterdam? settling down my eager eyes
the hair falls thick and smooth on my back
rusting through steel when patience I lack
growing and clean, the wool in my mouth
green in the streams, and holier still
what if I went to Amsterdam? settling down my eager eyes
watching the rain on my windowpane, taking my time in country lanes
creasing my brow at you, searching for cheaper thrills in june
fitted in doors and frames, your streetlight eyes remain the same
gold in their pockets, gold in the hills
bicycles gleam and motor oil stings
shining the pavement a miner’s town waits
your seaside eyes, a photo I take
what if I went to Amsterdam? settling down my eager eyes
watching the rain on my windowpane, taking my time in country lanes
creasing my brow at you, searching for cheaper thrills in june
fitted in doors and frames, your streetlight eyes remain the same
so leave your little hands till I’m gone
the harbor lights for ships and you stays on
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022
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