I hold in my hand, an echo of voice brought on the wings of a bird
Like a ruby filled vase, and a basket with lace
The most beautiful sound you have heard
My body, it aches of a far memory of someone I might have known
And there’s a hole in the wall too small to see through
But I’m sure it’s a picture of home
Sometimes I’m standing on a mountaintop. I’m nowhere but I’m not lost
But sometimes I’m just hanging with a heart that’s just breaking
My arms outstretched on a cross
But something keeps pulling, a lost letter of love
In a cabin where a fire used to be
There’s a woman who’s calling, with a voice of fair warning
Her crooked hand points only at me
Ashes to Ashes, mothers turn to ashes
Daughter soon follows in death
But before leaving earth, a daughter gives birth; a gift to me and she says
“You hold in your hand an echo of voice, brought on the wings of a bird
And like a bird who only sings for what every morning brings, the most beautiful sound I have heard”
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There's only one track on this whole album I don't adore. The other nine would be my favorite track on almost any other album they stumbled into. "Years" is like the perfect Best Of album for a band that's been steadily putting out records for decades.
'Caroline Reese and the Drifting Fifth' level stuff here. burrito741
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023