Never been a song for a place so cold
Where ground was scarred as men searched for gold
Never been a place where the people go
Into the night way down below
Never was a time when you could turn back
As oil rises up like a shadow black
Never in this world was a place so bleak
Where man was dead and the strong were weak
In the morning comes the sun
The grey begins and the dark is done
The cold merges it into one
Frost it comes on a frozen shell
Encasing all in living hell
You take a shot at birds that fly
Into the ever-darkening sky
And in the shadows, your mind rots
Ensnared in corrupt living plots
The body's frozen and the soul is caught
The grey makes it seem all for not
In the morning comes the sun
The grey begins and the dark is done
The cold merges it into one
John E. Miles is one of the best songwriters out there. Check out "I Went Out To the Darkness" and "Owl". His production style here is also very innovative and unique. Chris Dryfoos
This record will take you on a very cool trip. I love the minimalistic and highly atmospheric tone. It's like walking through a rainy forest by yourself. Just listen to a track like "Sunflower"! Chris Dryfoos
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019