Martha, don't you know the water runs cold,
your brother is lost in barren country,
your daughter has never seen a setting sun?
Your daughter has never seen a setting sun.
Well, I've seen men fixed to ever-flowing sees.
I've seen men with no home, with no name.
But I have never seen the sails drawn.
No, I have never seen the sails fall.
oh
So I will play for the devil is in your hands.
I will play for the devil is in your hands.
Well, I said 'I have seen six cranes rise for the valley.'
You said 'I have seen six bows bring them down
to your home and your waters,
to the feet of your granddaughters.
And, Dionysus, his veins they did run a'plenty
though your spirits they still run dry.
Your figure, it haunts the coastline
as white teeth against blue skies.
II.
City of mine,
where are your champions now?
Have they all hidden or have they all died?
How will we ever know.
City of mine,
where are your champions now?
Have they all hidden or have they all died?
How will we ever know.
Oh Martha, don't you know this water runs cold.
How these sails might draw,
oh how they could fall
down, down, down.
I have seen six cranes,
I have seen six bows bring them down
like white teeth falling from blue skies
down to the coastline
setting down its sun.
A handful of intimate folk monologues set to soft, simple arrangements. We recorded this ep with Tyler in a cabin near where we once lived in northern Alberta. Goose Lake
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022