2004; 10 tracks
Woven Hand is the solo folk project of David Eugene Edwards. I came across them today while reading an article somewhere, and after reading a description of them including the words "heavy," "somber," and "country folk," I admit I was intrigued. As a result of much intense listening, Woven Hand might now be one of my new favorite artists - ever. Edwards' voice reminds me much of a younger Michael Gira, but not quite with the distinctive raspiness of whiskey drinking. Faulkner also came to mind upon hearing Woven Hand - particularly his novel As I Lay Dying. The desolation of a Southern Depression-era wasteland, accompanied by the death of a mother, the brokenness of thought, the questions of existence amidst the billowing, nebulous, dark dust clouds of Missouri... That's what I think of when I hear this album.
As a side note, I have fallen hopelessly in love with the track "Chest of Drawers." She floats in air
In these three ways
You know
You know
The road does not trust me to keep
Beneath the bushes
The three of us asleep
Go into the Lord's house
And go in a mile
The world will bow
The knees will be broken for those who don't know how
He delights not in the strength of horses
He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men
He's a working man
And none can stay his hand
His are the three
Faces of time
We keep walking
And thinking things to talk about
Down on our prayers bones in line
Go into the Lord's house
Go in a mile
The world will bow
The knees will be broken for those who don't know how
He delights not in the strength of horses
He takes no pleasure in the cleverness of men
2003; 10 tracks
I'm coming to love this album just as much as Consider the Birds. This is another great album from Woven Hand, if not even more intense than his later album(s). I think this is due in great part to the song, "Story and Pictures," (which might be one of the most beautiful things in this world). I mean, oh my god, look at the lyrics!
Shook out my salvation
In all four corners of my room
Lowly is the dust
Trustworthy, the broom
White lady
Growlin' on a chain
Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name
The tone was pure and played on gut
From your birdhouse aflame
Your fire burns for me
Red as grace
The blush came easily to your face
Your fire burns for me
Red as grace
And she says that none would have her
As a boy I too drew near
To the love of dust
Toughskin blue light cowboy
Idle hands they rust
Your fire burns for me
Red as grace
The blush came easily to your face
Your fire burns for me
Red as grace
And she says that none would have her
Let us allow the character to build
Wise as serpents and harmless as doves
Let's allow the emptiness to fill
Rich mercy and brotherly love
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