No sister, you stay here with the children
And I’ll make sure they know my name
I’ll go out to meet the butchers
Maybe trade my head for a couple empty graves
Does God know they have us surrounded?
I’ve been trying to tell him all damn day
But the wind has carried off much heavier things
Though I tethered it to a dozen amens
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Hush, don’t let them hear you cry
They’ll tell their wives exactly how we died
I’ll point my beard towards the west
Cause if the sun’s gonna set, I want to be facing it
Amen
I should have known the good can’t last
When the green crops came, I spread the word far too fast
See it only takes a couple jealous men
To take the green in life and make it brown again
Cara Beth Satalino's delicately melodic yet resilient indie folk songs sparkle with lyrical wit and hard-won wisdom. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2024