dust-covered roads in a conquered land
smoke plumes up from where the king would stand
before the palace was ground down to sand
women weep where children ran
since all time it's always been the same
and our king we can't recall his name
but his banner that was felled in shame
lit all Glory with its holy flame
when the whip became a blessing and the thorns begat the crowns
the Innocent confessing pulled the seperation down
oh, how Evil must have felt when the Lion led Himself to be our lamb
the people work in the dirt and the clay
for food they would have thrown away
in the kingdom's time before that day
when their way of life was chased away
most the young have never seen the weight
of good armour on an honest face
but the fallen men who died in grace
left the ground where they were laid to waste
Just a great, solid songwriter with all the sincerity you would need to persuade a small-town sheriff out of a parking violation. Super mellow goodness. Parlour Regiment
Freewheeling songs that draw clear inspiration from Afrobeat, blending darting horn charts with warm vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2017