ACRES - SINGLE
Written by Logan Farmer
Produced by Radical Face in Jacksonville, FL
I walk the twelve acres to the mill
Where water’s held sacred and mornings are still
I spend nights with Maurice
He knew a thing or two about God
I been tortured, I been teased
But never to that dark side of Love.
I write out some letters to send to the farm
Where mother still withers, and dad is still gone
I smoke a bit of that strong stuff
Til I start speaking in tongues
I sip a bit of that pruno wine
It’ll take me to that dark side of Love.
I walk the twelve acres to the end
Where lust turns to vapor and dissolves on my skin
And then the sky is torn open
I hear trumpets from above
My heart’s thumping hallelujah
And I descend into the dark side of Love
I descend into the dark side of Love
I descend into the dark.
Tobacco Pat - Mercy.
DOWNLOAD CLEMENTINUM HERE
A BLESSED TOUCH BENEATH OUR WEIGHT
THE WARMTH UNDER THE STONE
ETERNITY WILL NOT CREATE
AND NOTHING IS DESTROYED
SON, GREET YOUR MOTHER
So after about a year of arduous writing and re-writing, recording and re-recording, Clementinum is here. I’m not sure if it’s long enough to earn full length status, but I’m still very pleased with how it turned out. An immense thank you to all who were involved.
Head over to bandcamp for a free download, or if you’d like you can donate a few dollars to fund my next project.
I’ll have other big news soon, but until then it’s very nice to see you all.
Just so everyone knows: I AM working on a new album (title, artwork, etc coming soon..) and the first single should be out in the next few weeks. It is titled Mercy, and is quite a departure from my usual “folkiness”.. You’ll see. I’m also looking at touring in May, so keep checking back here for dates!
And sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve had a busy few months deciding what the hell I’m doing in 2012. Regardless, I love you all and thanks for being around.
April: I want you to know that I never left. And I want you to know that time never changes. Nothing ever moves except you. And I want you to know that when you died, you didn’t really die: Everything died around you.
Out Into That Old Country.