Sing me some eidolon/And I’ll sleep all the winter long/Till then I can only be/Nobody’s gonna intervene/And she wants you but you won’t do/And it won’t leave you alone/And the rain falls on the wrong year/And it won’t leave you alone
from The Wrong Year lyrics by The Decemberists
Another dance between connection and disconnection as a riverchild named Gray Jane can’t find her way in this ‘terrible‘, ‘beautiful’ world Colin Meloy has assembled a new PNW conflict with, an accordion lull, some token Portland rain and $1000 word or two lilting the folk chanty endearing as ever.
