Written in the rainy, windy season of the Pacific Northwest.
Sunlight through the blinds just turned evening gold and I wonder what it would've been like if i had grown old. Billions have all seen it, countless eyes and minds, beheld the in-between world just outside of time. Storm clouds on the town just released their souls and everything is blessed now but for the hungry ghosts. Our stockpiles in the distance burn up stacks of lies. Can you hear the semi's screaming the homeless lullaby? Captive beneath the boughs of the spreading chestnut tree, we cannot hear the clashing swords of the Trinity. If Abraham’s grandchildren kill indiscriminately then who will know their savior from their enemy? Now each night the wind calls me out to sea, bursting through glass windows, thrashing in my sheets. And in all my nightmares I run to higher ground. I thought to live forever. The sea she hunts me down.
released January 7, 2012
John Ludington - acoustic guitar and vocals
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