- you backslid into purgatory where the weather is pleasant always - you were so damn tired you unlaced your old boots, decided right then and there that you’d stay - but soon you felt stifled by those new found comforts and you missed that old road and it’s ways - so you set off again for what you knew would be the last time, on that horizon line you fixed your steady gaze - you were too far, too far north - they found you in a snowbank three miles from town, you were stiff as a petrified oak - built a fire by the roadside and tried to warm you but dear you just never awoke - in your pockets they found your grandfathers watch and a lighter and a couple of coins - it was clear to me then that you’d left this old world for the place that we all soon would join - you were too far, too far north - now i’m not much for words but if you’d never have left then dear i never would have known, that it’s better to die with a spark in your eye than a weak dying breath and a groan - unlike most of the rest i will remember you best for that restlessness that filled up your bones, and you kept on trying till the bitter end to escape that old world we had known - you were too far, too far north.
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