Listen to the mountains falling silent now
The train blows a whistle it is slowing down
The people who gathered go their different ways
And I am alone here with the ending day
Swiftly, the tides come who can say how soon
Till we’re standing on islands, each an empty room
We’re going to part and I can’t stop the waves
The water is coming now to separate
I wonder is this the best it’s ever been, the brightest sunset
What will remain of this feeling in my brain, or will I forget?
My father’s limping, he’s getting old
My mother’s hiding, the hurricane grows
I don’t know what you’re thinking and it’s killing me
I walk beside you with my two arms dangling
We’re coming to a crossroads and I cannot choose
Will you ask me kindly just to stay with you?
I wonder is this as good as it gets, or will I regret?
I want to keep my heart, but this feeling transcends and I can’t protect
My father’s graying, he’s already old
My mother’s praying, the hurricane blows
It’s hard to live with death peering over your shoulder
It’s hard to love when I know someday it’ll be over
This '71 LP from Yup’ik singer-songwriter John Angaiak, reissued by Light in the Attic, is a must for lovers of spare, tender folk music. Bandcamp New & Notable May 21, 2016
Jurado's upcoming LP completes the trilogy of releases built around a character who has had to disappear from society. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 18, 2015