Pale hills of chance where nothing's sure
Childish fever grows in the town below,
We came for the warmth, we leave for the gold,
We find hard to stay, but you already know.
The gold diggers are gone... for now
People unkind, feel happy to watch us go
We now can hear lightly where the river flows,
Brothers and mates, your embrace is strong,
Woman with no shame please stay pure.
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024