I was a locust leaving empty shells in darkened halls
Ignorant to the distant cry of lonely calls
Opened up and seeping into gilded walls
Dreaming up a future for myself
Her little wings drop her safely on the stage
But I must drive for hours before I turn the page
And these little wars within us that we all wage
Leave me staring blindly at the road
I didn’t want to be the one
To tell you about these things I’ve known
How a good world can turn so dark and cold
But all these thoughts surround me
As I make my way back home
Home
Impressions from the night leave a darkened stain
As the lights from the stars begin to wane
And our choices are all the same, normal life and hunger pangs
I feel the miles speed beneath feet
In the daylight of a diner while Brooklyn bound
I greet the yellow day and hear the sound
Of life coursing through the veins of this nowhere town
(home, home)
I didn’t want to be the one
To tell you about these things I’ve known
How a good world can turn so dark and cold
But all these thoughts surround me
As I make my way back home
Home
Doubt will be a part of every dream
But a strong will is enough to keep me on the scene
Sometimes the heart is just a broken machine
(home, home)
Brilliant songwriting, skillful playing, and an intimate, immediate recording; what it's all about. Bummed I'm out of town during the Cavallo Point show. Rob Thomas
Multi-instrumentalist Chris St. Hilaire pays tribute to Black and indigenous Trinidadian musical cultures on this benefit EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2022