When I got to Jackson, I was sleeping
My hat, the angle it should be
Dined on a table spread with muslin,
Jawbone, fry bread, and cow peas
I was soothed by the grooves of epic etchings
I was a boy in blue and had a steed
And the cavalry will carry me
Wherever these inflated shoulders lead
With only as much as suggestion
I’d take down whichever pigeon flew my way
And come in through the north, just like before
But found the tempt of gold as my pay
I’m a man, not unlike any of my subjects
Who took a leap in haughtiness and haste
As my pockets raged, I met a distant face
A chief and his nation ‘cross the bank, oh
. . .
Doubled as an end and a beginning
The stream of fate began to swell
And to understand is beyond me, the tendency
To heroize the way that general fell
He’s just another tender, screaming baby
Convinced by himself and those in lead
And felt the crushing blow
Undeniable force
Of a stoic beast, provoked finally
credits
released March 19, 2021
Adam Schreiber: Percussion
Vernon James: Upright Bass
Don Reinholm: Accordion
Libby DeCamp: Guitar, Piano Harp
Recorded by Oz Fitz and Adam Schreiber
Mastered by Lucas Pimentel
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020