Graveyard On The Longhouse Hill (Cover)
The track kicks off with twangy, slightly overdriven hollow-body guitar and brushed snare, joined by walking steel-string upright bass lines. A mournful pedal steel weaves subtly between verses. The mix is purposely lo-fi, complete with a 50’s radio filter for retro melancholy.
Graveyard On The Longhouse Hill (Cover)
The track kicks off with twangy, slightly overdriven hollow-body guitar and brushed snare, joined by walking steel-string upright bass lines. A mournful pedal steel weaves subtly between verses. The mix is purposely lo-fi, complete with a 50’s radio filter for retro melancholy.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Black earth road
crawls under my wheels
Autumn smoke
in the cut corn fields
Old stone church
leans into the chill
Shadows trace
the treaty lines still
Chorus
On the graveyard on the longhouse hill
names carved deep that the wind can’t kill
Bones of a promise
tangled in the sod
I hear their tongue in the crows that call
I feel their drums in my heart’s short fall
Riding through a country
haunted by its God
Verse 2
Moon burns pale
over rusted plows
Broken glass
in the rows like vows
Council fire
buried under tar
Casino lights
flicker faint and far
Chorus
At the graveyard on the longhouse hill
names carved deep that the wind can’t kill
Bones of a promise
tangled in the sod
I hear their tongue in the crows that call
I feel their drums in my heart’s short fall
Riding through a country
haunted by its God
Bridge
Who owns the river?
Who owns the rain? (oh)
Who signs the paper
to purchase this pain?
I pass through quiet
but the quiet speaks
“Count your days, rider
we have counted weeks”
Chorus
In the graveyard on the longhouse hill
names carved deep that the wind can’t kill
Bones of a promise
tangled in the sod
I hear their tongue in the crows that call
I feel their drums in my heart’s short fall
Riding through a country
haunted by its God