i fell down in the park
on my very first date
i cut open the side of my fist
a sight i wish you could've missed
the wound scabbed in about a few days
but my confidence was crushed
hands always trembling
face always flushed
when i saw that my hand
resembled that of your great aunt
my heart swelled and i took hold of your jaw
and we kissed right there
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022