Oh, Pilgrim! from Our Gods by Bird Friend

Good God, how you’ve grown
Risen from the rubble of your parents’ old home
Sweep away the ashes of your father’s old bed
Working out the wounds of the words that your mother once said

Tear down the walls if it takes all night
Scream it at the sky till it feels all right
Satiate the hunger as begotten of fear
Disassociated by the turning of the tides of the years

Oh, pilgrim! Where are you running?
The masks you wear are unbecoming
Will you cast off this veneer
And yell at the top of your lungs you’ve loved it here
Since the day that you left
The smell of wood smoke on your breath
And the weight of the world on your breast
Just a child

Cough up the coin for a college degree
Fill in the hole where the home used to be
Sort through the rubble till it all makes sense
Growing like the grass in the cracks in the garden fence

Oh, pilgrim! Where are you running?
The masks you wear are unbecoming
Will you cast off this veneer
And yell at the top of your lungs you’ve loved it here
Since the day that you arrived
Dismantled the foundations of our lives
The light of some goddess will open your eyes
And it’s all right

• Folk
• alt country
• folk rock
• freak folk
• psychedelic folk
• spoken word
• New Hampshire