Drag along a wishing well, you’re spilling water everywhere. Drop a coin in the wishing well, how much gold have you wasted there? And what goal results of such fare? Yes, your faith can turn tides, but those same tides can capsize. The soundest of vessels are rotting away on the tallest of sea-buried mountains. The tempest you wrestle is plotting your fate. Will this squall be your fountain of youth? Drag along a wishing well, your icons will not save you now. Drop a coin in the wishing well, drop it all in the wishing well! Your pardons are not the way out. We’re gardens you left in the ground. We’ll grow if you leave the well somewhere. You sow but the soil is caked and bare. Some vein is still left ten feet below, but the clouds are blood red and pockmarked with crows.
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020