Jeroboam dreamed a golden dream
Of golden lands and golden things
And ivory-colored feathered wings
Voices in the honey breeze
Pushing on the honeybees
And shaping beds from fallen leaves
The Writer showed him all of these
And filled his nose with pretty things
And let him taste of Eden’s trees
But in the Light came a warring sound
Of greedy blood on Hallowed Ground
Jeroboam and his heavy eyes made a civil war inside
His tongue stuck stiff behind his teeth
His voice got tangled in his grief
And Jeroboam made a thief, Jeroboam made a thief
So the Writer penned him a different tale
Where proud get caught in homemade sails
And crave the jewels on the wedding veil
Jeroboam cried for more
Clutching at the temple torn
The Writer filled his hands with sores
So arm yourselves with empty hands
When looking at the Promised Land
And find yourself a wealthy man.
The Oh Hellos have come to hold a very special place in my heart, not just in this album, but in others as well. Hello My Old Heart was one of the first songs I ever heard by them, and it's been a treasured journey listening to them ever since. ladyoforion
it's such a beautiful album of grieving and loss and acceptance. it speaks to a particular kind of grief -- not a grieving of one who is lost, but the grieving for one who is still present and still causing pain. i love the last song most because while it could end in pain, or end with the narrators decision to permanently push this person out of their life and that would be justified, it doesn't. instead, it offers something. what is offered? acceptance. hope. and a chance for redemption janmisha
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022