I’ve spent decades inside of my head
Watching free men run while I beat myself up 'til I bled
Inviting the same old worry back into my bed
And I just forgot
And the good got lost in all of the things that I’m not
My mind making love to a tried and true train of thought
All is grace, man, all is grace
It can fill your heart or terrify, but it’s all here to embrace
And hindsight is a gift of God
That’s always given late
You won’t find the language, man
All is grace
The hype around her has always been hard to believe
I’ve seen fires go out, I’ve seen good men just get up and leave
Too many that earn but never learn how to receive
And I don’t know if I could still sing along
If all of a sudden all the wrong things went wrong
And I folded to doubt after being so sure all along
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