That old brown horse with it's neck on my knees and it's eyes wide in fear
That snake in the pool, that pure crystal blue and the sliding door clodes
That pure white swan in the lake as I drove by
That deer on the path as I biked to work at 4am
That dream that I had for years after I turned 21
That I was back on the streets of that leafy green jungle in central america
That voice on the phone from a million miles as I sat in that chair
She asked me if I could make one more day and I did, for 700
That pure white swan in the lake as I drove by
That deer on the path as I biked to work at 4am
That place that I loved south of Pfiefer that closed right down
And everyone just trying to get out of that God damn town
That foggy shoreline I drive to at night and paddle out by myself
I'm so confused by this world and it's contents and our perceptions of them
That pure white swan in the lake as I drove by
That deer on the path as I biked to work at 4am
That place that I loved south of Pfiefer that closed right down
And everyone just trying to get out of that God damn town
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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