Oh My God, Charlie Darwin

This is the title track of The Low Anthem’s latest album, and it’s fast becoming my morning hymn, my yoga music, my it’s-dark-outside transition into the waking, living world. A trio of acoustic guitar, vintage pump organ, and clarinet (and probably some other instruments as you go along), with beautiful vocal harmonies, their music feels folksy and reverent and modern. I like them very much.

Today I found this video, a little outdoor recording of “To the Ghosts Who Write History Books.” I like them as much raw as in studio (maybe more). Lyrics to both below.

Charlie Darwin

Set the sails I feel the winds a’stirring
Toward the bright horizon set the way
Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower
Haven from the world and her decay

And who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin
Fighting for a system built to fail
Spooning water from their broken vessels
As far as I can see there is no land

Oh my god, the waters all around us
Oh my god, it’s all around

And who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin
The lords of war just profit from decay
And trade their children’s promise for the jingle
The way we trade our hard earned time for pay

Oh my god, the waters cold and shapeless
Oh my god, it’s all around
Oh my god, life is cold and formless
Oh my god, it’s all around

To the Ghosts Who Write History Books

To them ghosts that write history books
To them ghosts that write songs
Everyone asks would you write one about me

To them ghosts in the train yard
All them ghosts in my drink
Your money’s no good here just write one about me

And when you go, where the winds are strong
When you go where flowers bend
Please take along all the best of my luck and come back unchanged
Your demons all tamed
Your flowers uncut

And when you go where the winds are strong
Where soldiers carve their stones
Please take along all the best of my luck and come back unchanged
Your demons all tamed
Your flowers uncut

To them ghosts that write history books
To them ghosts that write songs
Everyone asks would you write one about me

To them ghosts in the train yard
All them ghosts in my drink
Your money’s no good here just write one about me

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