Caught, blood on my hands
Ain't no washing it off
Backed into a corner
Covered in my blind spots
It's all gone, it's all gone
I'm cracked
Held it together far too long
Now there's no holding back
No holding back
Hunted up the hill
Into the belly of the cave
Darkness, come and eat me,
I'm tired of all this brave
There's no such thing as home free
But all your stories have lost their sting
There's nothing left that you can do to me
It's time for this old bird to sing
See, hands in the air
I've got nothing to hide
Stretched out on your table
Naked of all my pride
from Wild Acre,
released May 3, 2014
TBC: vocals
Jake Armeding: acoustic guitar
Nate Babbs: drums
Aaron Fabbrini: electric bass
Jeremy Ylvisaker: electric guitar
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020