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The Small Things
I hope I die in Sedgwick County,
On a cold and wet October.
Turn the earth over,
Lay me in.
Lay me in.
I hope you make the drive up,
Hope it breaks your shitty car,
Hope you bring your guitar,
Sing about what little worms we are.
How the rapture saves us all.
Honey, I dunno if I believe in heaven.
In my head, it's always dark and bare.
Honey, I can't think of an afterlife worth livin'
When in your heaven I know I ain't there.
When in your heaven I know I ain't there.
And if I cry it's for the small things:
Two beers on a Wednesday night,
Church songs in the firelight.
If you sing, sing for the big thing
Hangin' over our heads,
That the best you've done is love
And it still ends up dead.
They're gonna drag me up to heaven
For to see old Saint Peter
In nothin' but a wife-beater
Tell him what I done,
What I done.
I'm gonna fight with all the angels,
Get drunk in heaven's bars.
Sayin' goodbye's too hard.
They'll cut me off.
They'll cut me off.
Honey, I dunno if I believe in heaven.
In my head, it's always dark and bare.
Honey, I can't think of an afterlife worth livin'
When in your heaven I know I ain't there.
When in your heaven I know I ain't there.
And if I cry it's for the small things:
One summer spent hitchin',
Sweet kisses in the kitchen.
If you sing, sing for the big thing
Hangin' over our heads,
That the best you've done is love
And it still ends up dead.
Honey, I dunno if I believe in heaven.
In my head, it's always dark and bare.
Honey, I can't think of an afterlife worth livin'
When in your heaven I know I ain't there.
When in your heaven I know I ain't there.
supported by 42 fans who also own “The Small Things”
I don't know if I like this as much as his last album, but that's one hell of a standard. Willi still tells a captivating story. People struggling against the grindstone and public perception to boot. Album sounds great, and I hope to finally get to see him live soon. One of my favorite singer-songwriters in the last few years. Bart
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2018
supported by 32 fans who also own “The Small Things”
Sierra Ferrell's music is the nectar that drips from vocal chords of angels on ecstacy and percocet, dripping with honey, and smelling of grandma's brownies. It has been proven to "cure what ails ya", and it temporarily wards off the existential dread that is slowly encompassing us all. Don't let the absurdity of our existence get you down. Listen to Sierra Ferrell instead.
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