Blessed With a Dark Turn of Mind: Gillian Welch’s Spiritual Strivings
…hat this is perhaps 1909 or 1939, but certainly not within our lifetime). Whatever it was that happened, it could not have been entirely pretty: Seems every castle is made of sand The Great Destroyer sleeps in every man Here comes my baby, here comes my man With the silver dagger in his hand. And how can all these stories of barroom girls, morphine addicts, rape victims, murdering ghosts, and lost friends be told with such precise harmonies (with…
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