Don't listen to my words, man
'Cause not even I believe them
Not even I can stand the way the catch the light
My pain is not forgotten
It's just buried in The Garden
Under all the sounds I've tried to leave behind
But I come clean...
I've been trying to watch my empire grow
And I've been trying to mark my name on every street I roam
But life will break my body and death will take my soul
And that's all I own
When I was a boy, my god, he didn't speak to me
I could not see Him hung upon that tree
By those arms, those arms
So I made gods of fire and sacrifice
I made them in the image of me
They pushed me hard to mold me
With these arms, these arms, these arms
Just lead me to the bread and the wine
Let me taste what's been true since the beginning of time
A friend of mine who also likes to explore the theological in his music. What you see is what you get with this guy, and somehow who he is is even better than his music suggests. Sleepy Knee
Delicate folk music that recalls ’60s icons like Cat Stevens and Paul Simon on the new LP from Maine’s Simon Linsteadt. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2023