Am I strong enough to hold the reins
when things buck out from underneath,
and the sky has opened up a vein on me?
I’m shaking like a whore in church.
None of your words make much sense.
It’s all just wind right through a fence to me.
In this town of prayers and bones my name is dying.
I’ve lost my place. I’ve lost my nerve. I’m cold as iron.
Things are getting smaller now.
You’ve spent your whole life passing through.
There’s three drops of the devil’s blood in you.
Sweet Miranda, blue goodbye.
I’m colder than a well rope.
And I can’t pin one thing to blame but me.
Now I drive without the headlights on
through the ink of midnight roads.
And somewhere she is drowning in the dawn.
In this town of prayers and bones my name is dying.
I’ve lost my place. I’ve lost my nerve. I’m cold as iron.
In this town of prayers and bones my name is dying.
I’ve lost my place. I’ve lost my nerve. I’m cold as iron.
credits
from JVA - JEROAN VAN AICHEN: Floorboards,
released October 31, 1998
Paul Brainard - Pedal steel guitar
Nancy Hess - Bass
Aaron Meyer - Violin
JVA - Acoustic guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals
Susannah Weaver - Vocals
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019