i lit a match in a room full of fire
and watched myself burn to the ground
and when the flames couldn’t get any higher
i resigned to the fate i had found
feel the hands crawling up my neck
there’s a lump inside my throat
oh the things i know not how to fix
wish i knew how to come to grips
i lost sight of where i ended
i lost sight of where the flame began
i am living in this hell suspended
while i search for the place i can stand
feel the hands crawling up my neck
there’s a lump inside my throat
oh the things i know not how to fix
wish i knew how to come to grips
i feel the edges getting darker
i feel reality getting farther
from the space i place my feet
where’s the ground i can keep
Honest & uninhibited, Ben's guitar and voice move effortlessly and unreservedly from sweet to insistent to ecstatic. No posturing, no pretense. His heart is wide-open here -- as in youth. jobo3208
Tender acoustic songs built on folk & guitar intermingle with field recordings from the small town of Blue Diamond, Nevada. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2021