Born through the light when I was young
Whether or not I would succumb
I guess early on my soul was spun
Through eerie things unknown
And I remember the nights when they would come
Yeah, the shadows would sing through slithering tongues
Saying, child there is no need to run
Don't wind up on your own
They will follow me down to the grave
They will follow me down to the grave
As they sang in the night I will sing another day
They will follow me down to the grave
The Devil's gonna catch me hiding under that stone
Way down in a hole on my way home
And to echoes delight I might join in song
But I'd rather sing alone
They will follow me down to the grave
They will follow me down to the grave
As they sang in the night I will sing another day
They will follow me down to the grave
I was born through the light when I was young
Now I sing a verse through a withering lung
And way back to the night that song was sung
Hell, I'd rather sing alone
But I'll never sing alone
Soulful guitar interplay form the heart of this lovely Americana collaboration from Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2018
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023
Spare bedroom folk songs from this North Carolina musician that evoke a host of emotions with lovely, tender melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2021
Hiss Golden Messenger transforms from a solo songwriter to a full-band on a record benefiting Durham Public Schools. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2020