My former wiffle teammate, Cory Branan, is releasing his second album, and anyone lucky enough to pick up his first effort, The Hell You Say, knows why it's much anticipated. Anyone who has heard most of the material from 12 Songs (shout out to Randy Newman), knows it's going to be $15 well spent.
We love him here in Memphis. Rolling Stone loved him two years ago, too.
Some sample lyrics, from Whiskey Grove, which will be on the Gangrey CD spectacular when my CD drive regains its mojo.
my mother was dead by the time i was born in the black of my eyes the gypsy nurse warned she could already see my path torn between the sun and the moon
so i walked it and i walked it straight until i passed through so many a gate that not even the blame and the hate of my father could follow
so roll me into my last shallow bed use carpenter tacks in the lid waste not the silk on my head my lover has wove see that no roses touch my grave no prayers to a god i never forgave no final wishes, save that you bury my body and me down by Whiskey Grove
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