In the open country…
hear the wind moan -
there’s nothing really better,
than this good country air.
There’s apples on the branches…
it’s Eden everywhere.
Cobra’s in the sunshine,
bells ring in the dark.
The church stains the frontier -
a symbol which God’s forgot.
So fire kiss me deadly,
caress these edges to ash heaps.
Give me, O Lord, just one sign
if there is anyone up there
they’ll now know our pain.
No longer ignored now,
come down into the Plains…
and feel the open country.
I'm in the open country
where the angels crawl,
crawl across the plains
toward the fall -
Australian collective Family Jordan explore complex emotions through soft alt-country songs that take the bucolic with the bittersweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2021