you grew frail and weak in your young age
held to your ballpoint pen, came home and turned the page
staring out the window of your cabin in the woods
sparkles on the treetops the frost took in the night
but I was much too young
I was much too young
winter came, a storm of white, lay heavy on the ground
the fire grew, the notes I knew, played heavy on the sound
I would listen all night to stories that you tell
I’ll keep your voice, I’ll take to heart, your secrets I won’t sell
but I was much too young
I was much too young
the life we shared would choose again
the world we saw return again
chest of treasures born to rest
the gold and silver acquiesse
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
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022