I heard you speak a thousand times
still twenty years passed before
the good Lord opened my eyes
no man comes to the Son
except he whom the Father draws
and when He finally does
cockroaches scatter when the lights come on.
Call me a sensitive man
I follow where my feelings lead
with nowhere to go except mountains and valleys
mountains and valleys
wicked and perverse
those seeking only a sign
our wishes were granted
with the Son of Man crucified.
He doesn't always move when you want Him to
I don't always feel what I know is true.
I was in the front row
hands stretched high and eyes closed
mistaking movements of God
with adolescent chemicals
no months have passed
since I last felt you move
it seems the seed was there but
shallow was it's root.
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019