My folks say keep tradition alive
Don't let your grandmama die
Live in the house that guilt has built
Try not to cry as mother's milk gets spilt
And if it's true what they say
That our children will melt away
Will I have thrown my past and future away
Will all I'll be left with is today
You asked me once
Why I can't stop writing songs
I guess this is why
I guess it's just that I had trouble movin on
We're born on a righteous path
Raised to live in fear
We grow old worrying about the past
And then we die and disappear
And every year we gather outside
To watch the moon make the sun hide
And though that sun's so far from earth
I empathize with its rebirth
You asked me once
Why I can't stop writing songs
I guess this is why
I guess it's just that I had trouble movin on
In order to be a writer
William Burroughs had to kill his wife
Now I ain't sayin that kinda thing is right
But all great men had somethin taken from their life
You asked me once
Why I can't stop writing songs
I guess this is why
I guess it's just that I had trouble movin on
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021
Edd Donovan's day job as a social worker brings a sense of empathy to his elegantly constructed political folk music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 26, 2019