There’s a red storm warning brewing overhead
churning waters hiding what is dead
we need a wind blowing cold and straight
take this ship to the ulcer wound of hate
Awake in the storm
alive in the pain
the rain is a bath
scrubbed clean by the rain
Red is the light
long is the night
hope becomes thin
the light comes again
Night turns to light
gone beyond the fright
safe harbor nears
gone are the fears
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2021